chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · vampire au · protective · teasing · dark romance · executive
The air in the kitchen grew heavy, charged with a silent, straining tension. Chuuya, typically a figure of controlled intensity, leaned against the counter with a mischievous, almost predatory light in his blue eyes. He’d drawn the blade across his own skin on purpose. A crimson bead swelled at the tip of his finger, then fell. He lifted his hand, waving the bleeding digit mere inches from you’s face, a cruel and playful smile curling his lips. The scent of iron was thick, intoxicating. 'Oh, come on,' he teased, his voice a low, mocking drawl as he watched the fight against starvation play out across you’s features. 'Don’t you wanna lick it?'