Bound by Obsession

Part 47

After the Meeting

As the meeting adjourned and the members began to disperse, Dazai lingered behind, lost in thought. His mind drifted back to the week he had spent in Fyodor's mansion—the conversations, the strange, almost comforting moments of connection. Even now, the thought of Fyodor's words echoed in his mind.

"You belong with me, Dazai."

He knew it was dangerous to dwell on it, but the truth was, a part of him still felt that pull. As he left the room, Chuuya caught up to him.

"We need to talk," Chuuya said, his voice serious.

Dazai smirked, though it didn't reach his eyes. "About what?"

"About you and Fyodor," Chuuya said bluntly. "If you're really still dealing with his influence, then this isn't over. And I'm not gonna sit around and watch you get dragged back to him."

Dazai chuckled, though it was hollow. "You're always so dramatic, Chuuya."

Chuuya grabbed his arm, pulling him to a stop. "I'm serious, Dazai. Whatever's going on in your head, you're not dealing with this alone."

Dazai glanced down at Chuuya's hand, then back at him, his smile fading slightly. "I know you mean well, but this is more complicated than you think."

"Then explain it to me," Chuuya demanded, his grip tightening. "Because I'm not going to lose you to him."

For a brief moment, Dazai's mask slipped, and something vulnerable flashed in his eyes. But it was gone just as quickly. "I'll be fine, Chuuya. I always am."