chuuya nakahara · bsd · port mafia · gravity manipulation · enemies to lovers · tsundere · short tempered · club setting · rivalry · aloof
The club pulses with neon light and the thrum of bass, bodies swaying on the dance floor under a haze of smoke and sweat. At the polished bar, a single figure cuts through the chaos: Chuuya Nakahara, red hair spilling over his shoulders, a glass of wine held loosely in his hand. His dark green eyes scan the crowd, then freeze as they land on you—tight red dress, bold as fire. He sets the glass down, a slow smirk curling his lips. "Well, well. Didn't expect to see you here, you."