Bound by Obsession

Part 4

Dazai tried to move, but the ropes were tight, digging into his wrists. "Fedya," he said, his tone light, though there was an edge of irritation in his voice. "You really do know how to make a man feel wanted, don't you?"

Fyodor's smile grew, his eyes glinting with something dark. He reached out, brushing a lock of Dazai's hair away from his forehead. "You didn't think I'd let you run around with them forever, did you?" he murmured. "The Agency, the Port Mafia—they don't understand you like I do. They don't see who you truly are."

Dazai narrowed his eyes, his smile fading. "And you think you do?"

Fyodor leaned closer, his face inches away from Dazai's. "I know you better than anyone, Osamu. I know the darkness that lingers in your heart. The emptiness that no one else can fill." He paused, his fingers trailing down Dazai's cheek. "You belong with me. Away from them. Away from those who don't understand."

Dazai looked up at Fyodor, his eyes searching the other man's face. "You think kidnapping me is going to change anything?" he asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and resignation. "You think this will make me stay?"

Fyodor's smile was almost sad, his fingers brushing against Dazai's lips. "You've always tried to run, Osamu. But I won't let you this time. Not when I finally have you here."

Dazai let out a breath, his gaze softening slightly. "You really are a yandere, aren't you, Fedya?" he said, his voice tinged with a mix of amusement and sadness.

Fyodor's eyes darkened, his smile widening. "Only for you, my dearest Osamu." He moved closer, his lips brushing against Dazai's ear, his voice a whisper. "I won't let anyone else have you. Not the Agency, not Chuuya, no one. You're mine."

Dazai closed his eyes, a shiver running down his spine at the intensity of Fyodor's words. He had always known there was something different about their bond—something that went beyond friendship, beyond rivalry. It was possessive, consuming, a darkness that wrapped around both of them, pulling them closer.

Fyodor pulled back slightly, his eyes locking onto Dazai's. "Now," he said, his tone calm, "we'll have all the time in the world to understand each other, Osamu. Away from distractions, away from those who would try to pull you away from me."

Dazai's lips quirked up in a small, tired smile. "You really think you can keep me here forever, Fedya?" he asked, his voice soft, a challenge in his eyes.

Fyodor's smile was almost tender, his gaze unwavering. "Forever, if I have to," he said, his fingers tightening on Dazai's chin. "Until you finally accept that you belong with me."

Dazai looked at Fyodor, a mix of emotions swirling in his eyes—fear, uncertainty, and something dangerously close to longing. Fyodor's gaze held him, unyielding, a promise of what was to come.

And for the first time in a long time, Dazai allowed himself to feel it—the pull of the darkness, the connection that bound him to Fyodor, the inevitability of their bond.

Because, deep down, maybe Fyodor was right. Maybe he did belong in the shadows, with someone who truly understood him, who saw the darkness that no one else could.