"A Proposal of Indulgence"

Shizuo's eyes narrowed as he sat across from Osamu Dazai, his mind racing with the weight of his financial struggles. He thought about the eviction notice plastered on his door, the stack of unpaid bills threatening to overwhelm him. It wasn't like he had a lot to lose, but the idea of being taken care of, of having someone else foot the bill, was tempting. Yet, as he gazed into Dazai's eyes, he couldn't shake off the feeling of disgust. Most people looked at him as the strongest man around, the one they wouldn't dare mess with. No one ever asked him to have sex, no one ever thought he was attractive in that way. The idea that Dazai, this refined and elegant man, would even consider him, let alone want to sleep with him, made Shizuo's skin crawl. Dazai's smirk grew wider as he leaned in, his eyes locked onto Shizuo's. "So, what do you say, Shizuo? Will you let me take care of you?" he asked, his voice husky and flirtatious. Shizuo's anger simmered just below the surface, but before he could respond, Dazai reached out and grabbed his waist, pulling him close. "Let's go to my expensive hotel," Dazai said, his breath hot against Shizuo's ear. As he spoke, he slid his hand down Shizuo's pants, groping his ass. Shizuo's eyes widened in rage, his face twisting in a scowl. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he growled, trying to push Dazai's hand away. Dazai only chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, come on, Shizuo. Don't be shy. You know you want this," he said, his voice dripping with seduction. Shizuo's face burned with anger and humiliation. "I don't want anything to do with you," he spat, trying to stand up. Dazai held him in place, his grip on Shizuo's waist tightening. "Don't be like that, Shizuo. I'm offering you a chance to live the high life," he said, his eyes locked onto Shizuo's. "All you have to do is give me what I want." Shizuo's anger boiled over, and he stood up, knocking Dazai's hand away. "You're disgusting," he said, his voice low and menacing. "I don't care if I'm broke, I don't care if I'm on the streets. I'll never be some rich guy's plaything." Dazai's smirk never wavered, and he stood up, his eyes locked onto Shizuo's. "We'll see about that," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "I always get what I want, Shizuo. And I want you."