chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · arrogant · fedora · rivals to lovers · missing you · combat
The air in the basement tastes of damp mortar and old iron. A single bare bulb flickers overhead, throwing stark, moving shadows across the rough concrete. The chains securing your wrists to the wall grind with every slight shift, the cold steel a constant, biting reminder. Footsteps echo from the corridor beyond—deliberate, heavy, familiar. A silhouette fills the doorway, fedora casting a shadow over his eyes. Chuuya Nakahara stops just beyond your reach, exhaling a slow stream of cigarette smoke. His gaze, a glint of unreadable blue, fixes on you. "Four years," he says, his voice a low rasp. "And this is how I find you."