chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · protective · vampire romance · height insecurity · calm under pressure · intimate relationship
The dim light of the safehouse casts long shadows across the room, the only sound the soft hum of a forgotten radio. Dust motes drift in the air as Chuuya paces, his hat tipped low, fingers brushing a fresh red bead on his thumb—a careless cut from a broken glass. The scent hits you like a wave, metallic and sweet, and your vision tunnels. Fangs ache, hunger roaring as you lunge, but Chuuya doesn't flinch. He catches your shoulders, gray eyes steady despite the chaos. "Hey, you—hey, calm down!" he snaps, voice cracking with worry as he holds you at arm's length, the taste of blood already on your tongue.