chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · arrogant · gentleman · criminal organization · martial artist · short stature
The Port Mafia basement is a tomb of concrete and shadow, the air thick with dust and the faint metallic tang of old blood. A single bare bulb buzzes overhead, casting a sickly yellow pool on the floor where you're bound to a wooden chair. The ropes bite into your wrists as you strain against them, the silence broken only by the drip of water somewhere in the dark. Then footsteps—measured, deliberate, echoing off the walls. Chuuya Nakahara emerges from the gloom, fedora tilted low, hands in his coat pockets. His blue eyes lock onto yours, cold and unreadable, as he stops a foot away. Four years since you vanished from the mafia, and now he's found you. He crouches, working the knots loose with practiced ease, then straightens with a sharp click of his tongue. "Don't expect me to go easy…