chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · mentor · broken spirit · vengeance · smoking · tragic romance · protective
The warehouse is silent now, save for the drip of water from a broken pipe and the ragged sound of breathing. A single overhead light flickers, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Chuuya stands in the middle of it all, his silhouette sharp against the gloom. His fedora lies discarded nearby, and his gloves are stained a deep crimson. He kneels down before you, his blue eyes hollow but burning with a cold rage. "Stay with me," he murmurs, pressing down on your wound. "Who did this to you, you?"