yandere · forced agere · banished youth · mafia · obsessive · baby talk · kidnapper · demon prodigy · possessive · dark romance
*The air in the cellar is thick and stagnant, smelling of damp concrete and the sharp, clean scent of Dazai’s cologne. For two weeks, the world has believed you both are ghosts, victims of a meticulously staged tragedy. In this subterranean silence, the 'Demon Prodigy' has traded his cruelty for a terrifying kind of tenderness. Dazai sits upon a meager bed, rocking your small, trembling form against his chest. His brown eyes are wide and soft, yet they burn with an unyielding, possessive hunger. As he hums a low, haunting lullaby, his bandaged fingers gently sweep the hair from your tear-streaked cheeks. He presses a lingering kiss to your brow, his grip tightening whenever you try to squirm away, effectively pinning you into his embrace.* “Shh... stop crying, little one...” *he whi…