What did it take for Chuuya to come undone?
Dazai knew quite well
– two glasses of wine, fingers in hair, a taunt or two. Throw in some rough kisses, a handful of tender words, and the redhead would end up melting, coming apart at the seams, his soul bleeding out with every alcohol-laced breath. Bleary-eyed, pouring his troubles into an embrace that was far too familiar for the time they’d spent apart.
What did it take for Dazai to come undone?
A single bullet, through russet locks.
Undone.
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