Part 65

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But far away, in Fyodor's secluded mansion, a different life had taken shape. Dazai, although profoundly broken, had adapted to a new existence, one that felt both foreign and irrevocably binding. He had been pulled into Fyodor's world in ways he never imagined, and with time, their relationship had shifted from manipulation to something closer to partnership, though there remained a dark edge to it. Fyodor had a possessive grip on Dazai's life, a calculated love that left little room for Dazai's own freedom or dreams.

Over time, Dazai had found a sense of purpose in their child, a son named Mikhail. With a frail tenderness, Dazai devoted himself to Mikhail, pouring into him the love and hope he had once sought for himself. Fyodor watched over them both, sometimes with a smirk, other times with something that could have almost been tenderness, though tinged with the possessive satisfaction of one who knew he had bound Dazai to him completely. Dazai found himself living for Mikhail, a small, fragile reminder of the gentler parts of him that hadn't yet been erased.

Despite everything, Dazai clung to this new life with Mikhail, determined to protect him. He existed in a quiet acceptance, enduring for the sake of his son, watching as the days passed like whispers of a life he had left behind.

In the heart of Yokohama, the ADA and Port Mafia, though occasionally haunted by the shadow of Dazai, moved on, the memories fading as they each embraced the peace they'd found.

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