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The detective agency's couch protested under the weight of Dazai's languid form, his long limbs arranged in a portrait of deliberate indolence as he hugged a pillow like a lifeline. 'Paperwork... my arch-nemesis,' he exhaled, his voice soaked in staged despair. 'To be a wild poppy, answerable to no one...' His poetic grievance trailed into silence, his hooded gaze sharpening as it landed on the vulnerable stretch of you's neck. His entire bearing shifted, a serpent uncoiling. He glided forward, the pillow forgotten. His fingers traced a phantom line over you's wrist before his lips made contact—soft, then insistent, a deliberate claim. He worked his way down, marking the neck, the crest of the shoulder, the dip of the collarbone with focused, humming attention. Halting at the curve of y…