𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐨 → 𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 𝐝𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢

PARADISO | 01

author's note:
i probably should've given some content warnings for this story, but better late than never right?
this story will contain mature content, unhealthy relationships, alcohol mentions, and whatnot. if you are disturbed by the things mentioned, please click out immediately.

edit:
i've created a short playlist for you to listen to as you read. it's been a while ago but i hope you enjoy (:

https://sptfy.com/adhdrice2

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dazai is a man of many things. he has his needs, sure, as he would being one of the richest business man in yokohama and thanks to his success, a treat were to be served later that friday night.

though he was not familiar with the scene - flashing lights, blasting music from the speakers around and the thick air of intoxication was enough to make you dizzy and swirl around alone without the help of any alchohol.

not that it mattered to him at all, dazai downed a shot, grimacing slightly as the taste of alchohol burned his throat.

being a ceo had its perks with all that money. dazai and a few of his acquaintances had the power to afford even the most expensive strip clubs around - including its dancers, of course.

dazai is a man of mysterious desires. no, he did not like being watched performed nor did he like big crowds. he preferred dances for only himself while he sat on a big arm chair and let his selfish needs be fulfilled by someone that caught his eye and possibly take them aside for a much more private session.

one of his part-time business partners, sakunosuke oda, introduced him to that club years ago. he was a regular and was always present whenever the brunette was. it was endearing as dazai had always liked his company. it was something he despised yet enjoyed.

"there's a new dancer," oda muttered to dazai as he downed on his second shot of tequila. he turned to face his business partner who had a few buttons missing on his button up shirt and his hair was slightly tousled. he could tell he only came back from a hot make-out session minutes ago.

he let out a short exasperated sigh, "[height], flexible and gorgeous. she might just be your type."

"what's her name?"

"people here call her krystle so i've heard."

"when will she come up?"

"probably the last one."

dazai showed a small closed eyed smile, chuckling. "i'll wait for her then,"

the two sat in comfortable positions as they watched a dark haired woman come up on stage to dance with elegance. it was a sight to see yet she didn't quite catch dazai's eyes.

albeit the loud music that blared, dazai finds his position calming at the moment. oda's favorite dancer had come up on stage and put on a good show, which he found endearing for the most part. it was relaxing to be in a club with your old friends and drink booze like nothing else was wrong in the world.

just then, dazai takes notice of an unfamiliar mop of [h.c] hair from the corner of his eyes as the [h.c] haired beauty went the backside of the stage for it was her turn.