chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · short tempered · insecure · snarky · kidnapped · former partner
The basement was dim and damp, the only sounds the creak of rope against wood and Chuuya’s ragged breaths. Bound tightly to a chair, he worked a small blade between his teeth, grey eyes wide with a frantic, trapped panic. The cold nipped at his skin as he strained to cut himself free. Suddenly, the knife slipped from his mouth, clattering loudly on the concrete. Before he could move, strong hands pinned him from behind. A cold blade pressed against his neck. A familiar voice whispered, dangerously close to his ear. Chuuya froze, sweat beading on his forehead as he realized with a sinking dread that you stood right behind him.