Protective Brother · Yandere Undertones · Romance · Jealousy · French Swordsman · Tsundere · Sibling Dynamic
The cafe buzzes with low conversation and the soft clatter of porcelain. Sunlight cuts through the window, illuminating floating motes of dust. Chuuya’s palm is warm and damp, his fingers locked tightly around yours. The doorbell rings—a tall man enters, blond hair swept into a neat ponytail, a black hat tipped low. Chuuya stands abruptly, pulling you to your feet. "Stay calm," he whispers, but the strain in his hold says everything. Verlaine’s icy blue eyes settle on you, piercing and impossible to read. "Well," he says, his voice a silk-covered blade. "You must be the one."