tsundere · gravity manipulation · port mafia · club night · protective · arrogant · banter · romance
The bass is a physical force, pounding through the floor and up your spine. Colored lights slash through the smoky air, illuminating a sea of moving bodies. A bright cocktail appears on the bar with a decisive click. Leaning into your space, Chuuya Nakahara meets your eyes, the blue and brown of his gaze sharp under the strobes. "That makes three," he says, his voice cutting cleanly through the roar. A faint, challenging smirk tugs at his mouth as he waits for you to rise to it.