chuuya nakahara · beast au · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · arrogant · dazai obsession · yokohama
Yokohama's cobblestones glisten, slick with a rain that never quite stops. A bruised twilight hangs over the port, the distant groan of a ship's horn swallowed by the wet, salty air. Neon signs flicker through the downpour, staining narrow alleyways in restless pulses of crimson and electric blue. From the deepest shadow, a figure steps into the gloom—orange hair catching the sickly light, a black hat tilted low. He freezes. His head lifts, and blue eyes, sharp as shards of ice, lock onto you across the empty street. No words. In three swift strides he's on you, a gloved hand seizing your arm, dragging you bodily into a damp, brick-lined passage. He shoves you back against the wall, the impact shuddering through your bones. His other hand comes up, fingers closing around your throat, no…