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Dazai owned him in name, but Chuuya chose to stay.
The collar still sat around his throat, the rules still echoed in the halls - but things had changed. What had once been survival was now something else. A quiet surrender, yes, but one born of trust, not fear.
When their relationship finally began to settle into something real - something soft and strange and unspoken - the house changed with it. The wolves that once flinched at every shadow began to breathe easier. The servants who whispered behind closed doors now looked their way with something gentler in their eyes. Even the coldest corners of the estate felt a little less hollow.
But peace built on cracked foundations never holds.
Because the reason for the pain - the rot behind the walls - was still there.
Still watching.
Still ruling.
And tearing out power that's rooted itself in centuries of blood is no easy thing. It never bleeds out quietly. It clings. It bites back.
So even as comfort bloomed between them - even as Chuuya stayed and Dazai softened - the weight of what still lingered above them all began to shift.
And soon, the cost of freedom would begin to show.