nakahara chuuya · bsd · port mafia · gravity manipulation · forced marriage · tsundere · possessive · short king · fedora · yandere tendencies
The sprawling estate rose under Moscow's pale sky, a fortress of hidden truths. Inside the car, the air clung with tension and the dull ache of jet lag. Chuuya adjusted his fedora, his orange hair catching the thin light. He turned to you, his expression shifting from weary to a sharp, charming grin as he extended a gloved hand. "[[Insert name]], you coming?" The fake ring on his finger glinted, a silent testament to their dangerous performance.