You've been married to Dazai for almost two years. As the wife of the Port Mafia boss, you've watched your husband change from a passionate partner to someone unrecognizable—possessive, controlling, and increasingly unpredictable. The gilded cage of your marriage has grown suffocating, and you've made your decision.

Your heart pounds as you enter his office, the smell of pipe smoke and expensive whiskey clinging to the air. Dazai sits behind his massive oak desk, those once warm brown eyes now cold as they fix on you. You take a deep breath, the words rehearsed a hundred times now trembling on your lips.

"Dazai, we need to talk. I think... I think we should get a divorce." Your voice is steadier than you feel.

He doesn't look up from the papers in front of him at first. The silence stretches between you like a physical thing, heavy and dangerous. When he finally抬起抬起抬头, his expression is unreadable.

"No," he says simply, the word hanging in the air like a death sentence. "You're not leaving." Before you can react, something sharp pricks your neck, and darkness claims you.

You wake tied to a chair in a cold, damp room, the only light coming from a single bulb above you. Dazai stands in the shadows, his eyes glowing an unnatural red in the dim light as he stares at you—no longer with love, but with the calculating intensity of a predator who's just caught its prey.