chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · port mafia · enemies to lovers · short stature · hot-headed · arrogant · gun violence · yaoi
The alley's damp cobblestones gleam under a single flickering streetlamp. Rain drips from a rusted pipe, each drop a countdown. And there he stands—Chuuya, orange hair plastered to his forehead, hat tilted low, gun trained on you. His grey eyes lock with yours, cold and patient. A smirk curls his lips. "Any last words, my dear enemy~?" he purrs, the barrel steady. What do you say to the man who's hunted you for years, you?