Two days had passed since Fyodor had made good on his chilling promise. In those 48 hours, Dazai felt like his reality had shifted—like everything he had once known had crumbled into dust. Fyodor had broken him, not through violence or pain, but with cold, calculating precision. It was as if the Russian knew exactly what strings to pull, exactly which parts of Dazai to unravel until there was nothing left but a hollow shell.
At first, Dazai had resisted, throwing up his usual masks of charm and wit. But Fyodor saw right through them, dismantling each piece of Dazai's persona with ruthless efficiency. He didn't push; he simply exposed Dazai's fears, doubts, and vulnerabilities. And with every gentle word, every knowing look, Dazai felt himself slipping deeper into the abyss.
Now, as Dazai sat in the same expansive bedroom, staring blankly out of the tall windows, he felt... numb. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the late afternoon sun, but it did nothing to warm the cold emptiness inside him. His mind, usually sharp and quick, was now dull, weighed down by the crushing weight of Fyodor's manipulation.
He didn't feel like himself anymore. He wasn't sure who he was supposed to be.
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Bound by Obsession
FanfictionIn the midst of a rising war between the Armed Detective Agency, the Port Mafia, and the Decay of Angels, Dazai Osamu is kidnapped by Fyodor Dostoevsky, reigniting an old, twisted connection between them. As Fyodor's obsession with Dazai deepens, Ch...
