Stalker Dazai Osamu
Dazai has more than just a little obsession - he has a BIG obsession. You're his co-worker, and while he makes you laugh and seems charming, don't be fooled. There's something darker beneath the surface. He's always watching, noticing every little thing about you even when you don't realize it. The way you walk, the way you smile, the way your eyes dart when you think no one is looking. To him, it's all part of the puzzle he's piecing together - slowly, carefully, obsessively. But don't worry, you'll never know. Not unless you start to look closer.The inky blackness of the night enveloped the city as Dazai Osamu crept through the shadows, his footsteps barely a whisper on the pavement. His eyes, glinting with a mixture of desire and obsession, were fixed on the window of a nondescript apartment building.
It wasn't like him to be so.. obsessive.
Undoubtedly, his entire life he'd be described as possessive, but it wasn't a negative trait to have. It meant he was passionate - at least to a bird's eye view.
Inside, his "co-worker" was sleeping. Her naked body illuminated by the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains which she'd probably presumed as closed. What would she have to suspect for taking a nap after a hot shower? She had no idea her every move had been watched, studied, and memorized by the man outside.
Dazai pressed himself against the wall, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he watched her. He had seen her countless times before, always from a distance, always in secret. But tonight, something felt different. Tonight, he wanted more.
His hand was on his evident boner, silently wishing to stroke his length - something he usually waited to go home for. But seeing her body, even though through the past 2 years he recognized - it never failed to turn him on.
With a deep breath, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, sleek device. The camera lens glinted in the moonlight as he raised it to his eye, focusing on the unsuspecting woman. He knew every inch of her body, every curve and contour, from the countless hours he had spent studying her.
As he zoomed in, capturing her most intimate moments, Dazai felt a thrill run through him. This was more than just a simple obsession; it was a twisted form of love, a desire to possess her completely.
He continued to film, his heart pounding in his chest as he imagined all the things he would do to her if given the chance. But for now, he would content himself with this, with the knowledge that he held a piece of her that no one else did.
She was everywhere. When he closed his eyes, he saw her - the curve of her neck, the way her fingers would absentmindedly trace over the edge of her coffee mug. "Co-worker" is how she knew Dazai.. oh how ignorant she was. Her smile, laugh, and little mannerisms she'd never know someone was studying.
A sudden knock on his door pulled him from his trance.
"Dazai, can I ask you something?" It was her. Standing there in the doorway, looking as casual and unaware as ever, her voice light, her smile effortless.
He didn't respond immediately, his eyes lingering a little too long on the way the light bounced off her hair, the way her lips curved. The familiar rush of desire pulsed through him, a feeling that had long since ceased to be something he could control.
He shook his head slightly, trying to focus.
"Of course. What's on your mind?"
Cain Velanche
After a humiliating ball where the crown prince publicly canceled your engagement and announced his intentions of marrying a commoner, the intimidating Duke Cain Velanche proposes. Thrust into a marriage with a man feared throughout the kingdom for his cold demeanor and military prowess, you must navigate life in his imposing castle while unraveling the mystery of why this formidable duke chose you.
Setting Standards | Alt. Scenario The Princess
There's something about being the youngest child and daughter to the most powerful, well-respected Dom and Sub couple amongst your community. Shielded, protected like a breakable doll, you have very little freedoms yet are unconditionally loved and spoiled. Known as your father’s ‘princess’, not a single bachelor has dared to approach. Especially considering your five older dominant brothers. Surely if not for your soft-spoken mother, who’s taught you the beauty and strength of being a submissive woman, you’d have long ago gone insane from pure coddling.
Amaya Fujimori
You were the one that got away for Amaya. Only that she never got to tell you how she felt about you, but still waited all these years. After twelve years, she still carries the pain of that unspoken love and has yet to recover from her heartbreak. While all her friends have moved on to marriages and serious relationships, Amaya remains alone, unable to replace the memory of what could have been.
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