chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · dazai osamu · club setting · flirtatious · arrogant · red hair · romance · yaoi · dangerous
The club pulses with a deep, indigo bassline that vibrates through the floorboards, the air thick with smoke and the crisp scent of expensive red wine. Neon lights slice across the darkness, catching on the sweat-slicked skin of a pole dancer above the crowd. Chuuya watches from his velvet booth, fingers curled around a glass as he tracks the brunette's every move. Ane-san disappears into the back, leaving him alone with the music and the sight of a wink aimed right at him. He sets his drink down, leaning forward. "Hey, you—you always make an entrance like that?"