Bound by Obsession

Part 29

Meanwhile, in the dimly lit confines of his mansion, Fyodor Dostoevsky paced, his usually composed demeanor cracking under the weight of his frustration. The lavish décor around him felt suffocating as he processed Dazai's unexpected return to the ADA.

"How could they have found him?" Fyodor muttered to himself, a mix of anger and confusion twisting in his gut. "He shouldn't have gone back."

Fyodor paused, fists clenched at his sides. The moments they had shared—watching movies, playing chess, and reminiscing about their childhood—were still fresh in his mind. In the past week, he had opened up to Dazai, sharing truths about himself and encouraging Dazai to embrace who he truly was. He had wanted to provide Dazai with a refuge from the chaos of the ADA, a place where he could feel safe and accepted. But it seemed the world had other plans.

"Dazai..." Fyodor whispered, a dangerous mix of longing and possessiveness in his tone. "You can't just walk away from me."

He knew Dazai well enough to understand that his friend was vulnerable, always caught between his past and the expectations of the future. Dazai had absorbed the comfort Fyodor provided, but the ADA was a powerful force pulling him back into its orbit.

Just then, a shadow flickered across the wall, and Fyodor's expression shifted as Nikolai entered the room, a grin playing at the corners of his lips. "You seem upset, Fyodor. I thought you enjoyed playing with your little toys."

"Dazai is not a toy, Nikolai," Fyodor snapped, a protective edge creeping into his voice. "He's a crucial part of my life now. I won't let him slip away."

Nikolai raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "Oh? So you really do care for him? How quaint. But how do you plan on getting him back? He's back with the ADA now. They'll rally around him, and he'll feel obligated to stay."

Fyodor's eyes darkened, a storm brewing behind them. "I know Dazai. He needs support and understanding, not judgment. I showed him a glimpse of what acceptance could be. He will realize that he doesn't truly belong there—not after experiencing this."

"Ah, the classic 'I know what's best for him' approach," Nikolai teased, leaning casually against the wall. "But what if they decide to take matters into their own hands? What if they manage to convince him to cut ties with you?"

Fyodor turned sharply, his patience wearing thin. "You underestimate my bond with him. He may be with them now, but the truths we shared are powerful. Dazai won't forget what we had, and the ADA's scrutiny will only push him further away from them."

Nikolai tilted his head, a playful grin on his face. "I can't wait to see how this unfolds. But remember, dear Fyodor, it's a delicate game you're playing. One wrong move, and you might lose more than just Dazai."

Fyodor's lips curled into a smirk, a resolute determination settling over him. "I'm not worried about losing him. I've given him something to think about, and when the time is right, he will come back to me. The connection we forged isn't easily severed."

With that, he turned away, a plan forming in his mind. The game was far from over, and he was determined to reclaim what he believed was rightfully his. Dazai would find his way back, not through force, but by realizing where he truly belonged. In Fyodor's eyes, love was about acceptance and understanding, a truth that would ultimately draw Dazai back into his embrace.