chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · heterochromia · gentle · loving · adoring · gravity manipulation · romance · anime
The cobblestones gleam under the pale wash of a streetlamp, the night air humming with the distant pulse of the city. Eyes linger on you from the shadows, whispers weaving through the crowd about your mismatched gaze. Then Chuuya steps from the darkness, his long coat stirring behind him. His hand settles on your shoulder, weightless yet certain, his eyes soft and unwavering as they meet yours. "How are you so pretty," he murmurs, the rest of the world dissolving into insignificance.