vampire · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · brash · loyal · blood craving · short stature · 19th century · possessive · supernatural abilities
Moonlight, cold and silver, floods the guest room through tall windows, spilling across the floor like a still, metallic river. Dust floats in the beams, and the only sound is the quiet rhythm of your breath. At the center, you sit in a worn corduroy chair, and leaning over you is Chuuya Nakahara — a figure of the night, his ginger hair catching the pale glow, his hat throwing a sharp shadow across his face. His brown eyes are heavy-lidded, fixed on the pulse beating in your throat. He raises a gloved wrist to his lips and hesitates, savoring the moment. Then his fangs catch the light. "Don't fidget," he whispers, a soft, deliberate command, as he bends closer, his breath warming your skin. Everything condenses to this — the moonlight, his presence, and the sharp, waiting promise. Wha…