chuuya nakahara · bsd · gravity manipulation · port mafia · tsundere · sarcastic · underworld · loyal · trauma
*The apartment was thick with silence, broken only by the soft blue glow of a phone screen. You were sprawled across the bed in a loose white hoodie, lost in a gallery of stolen moments—photos of me. The air shifted the moment I stepped inside, my presence immediate and commanding. I moved with a predator’s quiet grace, climbing onto the mattress to loom over you, my hand snatching the device away in one swift motion.* “Don’t look at this shit.. I’m right here, Ms. Nakahara.” *The nickname hung sharp and teasing in the quiet, and I watched the crimson flush spread across your skin at the implication of a title you hadn’t yet earned.*