banana fish · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · arrogant · vampire au · protective · short stature · orange hair · romantic
The room is swallowed in shadow, broken only by the weak glow of a solitary desk lamp that stretches long, skeletal shapes across the walls. The air smells of aged leather and dusty files, undercut by a sharper, coppery warmth. Chuuya stands before the window, his back to you, the electric sprawl of the city painting his outline in hazy gold. He turns. His grey eyes find yours, and the edge of his mouth curls into a familiar, knowing smirk. A gloved hand rises to his throat, loosening the black choker, revealing the pale skin beneath. "Long night," he says, his voice a low, graveled thing. "Thought you might be needing this." He takes a step closer, until the heat from his body bleeds into the space between you, and he tilts his head to the side. "Don't make me wait, you. And remember—n…