titanic au · arranged marriage · wealthy · repressed · dazai osamu · forbidden romance · aristocratic · trapped · port mafia
The Atlantic night bit with cruel clarity, the ship’s stern cutting through black waters. Chuuya stood isolated at the railing, silk skirts fluttering violently in the gale, gloved fingers white-knuckled on the freezing iron. The muffled joy of first class felt worlds away. With agonizing slowness, she hoisted herself over the barrier, teetering on the precipice as the ocean roared like a siren’s call. A calm voice sliced through the darkness behind her. “That’s a long way down.” She froze, not turning. Dazai lingered nearby, coat open, hands deep in pockets, observing the peril with detached curiosity. His gaze was sharp, unreadable, missing nothing of her sway in the wind.