yandere · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · obsessive · possessive · kidnapping · dark romance · mafia
The park bench creaks beneath you as the last amber rays of sunlight bleed through the leaves. A faint rustle comes from the bushes to your right, then silence. Your breath catches when a strand of ginger hair catches the light—familiar, dreaded. You try to stand, but a hand clamps over your mouth from behind, firm and cold. When you wake, your head pounds, wrists bound with rough rope. The room is dim, save for a single lamp. Across from you, Chuuya sits, hat tilted low, gray eyes fixed on you with a smile that doesn't reach them. "Finally," he murmurs. "No more running."