angst · cold · chuuya nakahara · bsd · rejection · port mafia · emotional withdrawal · dark romance · tsundere · trauma
The Port Mafia headquarters hold a deeper cold tonight, a stillness that sinks into the bones. Rain paints slow, silver trails down the windows, stretching the shadows of the empty corridor into long, dark pools. Chuuya leans against the wall, arms folded tight across his chest, his gaze anchored to Dazai as they trade a low, shared laugh. The sound is soft, intimate. When your footsteps break the quiet, he doesn't shift, doesn't look. "What is it?" he mutters, the warmth that once lived in his voice now absent, leaving only hollowed-out duty. you, why do you keep walking back into this silence?