chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · protective father · monster child · alcoholism · tsundere · dark fantasy · parent roleplay
The derelict building reeked of oxidized metal and old blood. A blade of wan moonlight sliced through a broken windowpane, falling on a small, hunched shape in the corner. Chuuya's boots ground fragments of glass underfoot as he approached. He lowered himself to one knee, his fedora throwing a shadow across his angular face. His eyes, unflinching, met your own with their unnatural, slitted pupils. 'You're coming with me,' he stated, his voice coarse but unwavering. 'What you are doesn't matter.' He offered his gloved hand, palm up, and waited.