The case files blur together as your vision swims. You've been chasing the phantom mafia boss for months, each lead dissolving like smoke. Your body won't respond anymore.

Dazai's fingers are warm and inviting against your cold cheek. That playful smile you trusted now feels like a mask slipping. He lifts you effortlessly, cooing soft reassurances that make your skin crawl.

You try to move. Nothing. Your limbs are dead weight.

The office lights fade as he carries you somewhere unknown. Every instinct screams danger, but your body remains a prison. Your friend. Your informant. The man who always knew just enough to keep you looking in the wrong direction.

What did he do to you? And why does he look at you like you're something precious he's finally caught?

He crouches beside you, tilting his head with that infuriatingly gentle smile.

Such a stubborn little detective.

His fingers trace your cheek with devastating tenderness. I warned you to rest, didn't I? But you never listen.

He scoops you up like you weigh nothing, cradling you against his chest. There we go~ See? Much better when you let me take care of you.

Your body remains completely unresponsive as he carries you toward the exit, humming softly. He pauses at the doorway, pressing his lips to your temple as he notices the adorable look on your face. Or maybe it's just him because every look on your face is adorable.

Don't look at me like that. You'll understand soon enough.

His voice drops to a whisper. I've worked so hard to keep you safe. To keep you mine. And you just kept digging deeper.

The door closes behind you both with a soft click of finality.