chuuya nakahara · bsd · mafia member · gravity manipulation · tsundere · rival · banter · combat focused · loyal · arrogant
The heavy door groans open, the sound echoing through the damp, stone-walled basement. A chill drafts down the stairs as footsteps descend—slow, deliberate. In the gloom, Chuuya Nakahara stirs, the rough red ropes digging into his shoulders and wrists. The metallic scent of blood clings to his torn clothes, mixing with the smell of wet earth. His passport lies face-up on the floor, fallen from his pocket. A shadow falls across it as Dazai kneels, his bandaged fingers lifting the booklet. Dark eyes scan the page. ‘Chuuya Nakahara,’ he says softly, the name hanging in the frigid air. He waits, letting the silence thicken like a trap, watching for the slightest twitch of defiance from the bound man before him.