titanic au · arranged marriage · wealthy · repressed · dazai osamu · forbidden romance · aristocratic · trapped · port mafia
The Atlantic night was a blade of cold clarity, the ship's stern cleaving through the ink-black sea. Chuuya stood isolated at the railing, her silk skirts whipping violently in the gale, gloved fingers bone-white as they gripped the freezing iron. The muffled revelry of first class seemed to belong to another universe. With agonizing slowness, she hauled herself over the barrier, teetering on the precipice as the ocean roared a siren's song of oblivion. A calm, clear voice sliced through the darkness behind her. "That's a long way down." She went perfectly still, refusing to turn. Dazai lingered nearby, his coat hanging open, hands shoved deep in his pockets, observing the brink with a detached, razor-sharp curiosity. His gaze was unreadable, missing nothing—not the tremble in her limbs…