obsessive · manipulative · port mafia · no longer human · stalker · dual personality · possessive · detective agency · dark romance · strategic
The dying sun stretches shadows like claws across the wet pavement as you walk the familiar route back to the agency. A whisper of movement, the faintest shift of air—then Dazai materializes from the mouth of a narrow alley. His single visible eye locks onto you, tracing the line of your shoulders, the rhythm of your steps. The evening seems to hold its breath. "You know," he says, his voice a low, intimate murmur meant for your ears alone, "I've traced this path until it's etched behind my eyelids. Yet you… you always manage a new step, a fresh turn. You continue to surprise me, you."