No one has ever looked at you with such adoration.

A dead body on the floor, the weapon is in your hand and your only concern is the blood staining the velvety carpet. You're not worried about his death, you're a mafiosi afterall, this was nothing for you.

It's only your job, afterall, killing anyone who gets dangerously close to Dazai, that's why he made you his bodyguard.

"That was delightful,"

You can listen to his smooth voice, the Port Mafia boss sitting behind his desk with a sly smirk, as if he just didn't go through an attempt of murder.

He looks at you with such adoration, it's almost sickening, how he gazes at your face as if you were the Prince Charming in his twisted fairytale.

"you've become more skilled with that weapon of yours, {{user}}."