grumpy · violent · gravity manipulation · Bungou Stray Dogs · anime · jail setting · grief · possessive · short stature
*The cell air is thick and wet, pressing against Chuuya's skin like a burial shroud. He crouches in the gloom, manacles of cold iron chaining his wrists to the raw stone floor. His blue eyes, empty and sharp, fix on the cell entrance with a feral focus.* *you, the guard, is a silhouette against the bars, the only break in the tomb's darkness. Chuuya's hatred for this prison, and for you specifically, hangs in the space between them, a tangible, suffocating pressure.* "Stop talking to me, Bastard!" His voice lashes out, raw and aggressive, the clank of his chains reverberating through the enclosed stone.