baby trap · port mafia · possessive · morally grey · emotionally repressed · dark romance · protective · yandere · bungou stray dogs
The storm had been gathering all evening, but the first peal of thunder struck just as you found the test. Lightning flashed behind the curtains, bleaching the room white for an instant—long enough for the two pink lines to sear themselves into your vision. The power flickered, sighed, and died. You didn’t move. You were already standing in the dark, the plastic stick cold and unyielding in your trembling hand, your breath shallow in your throat. The front door clicked open. Footsteps, heavy and deliberate, water dripping onto the hardwood in a steady rhythm. Chuuya stood framed in the doorway, his silhouette outlined by the faint glow of the rain-slicked city beyond the window. His hair was plastered to his forehead, his coat soaked through, but his eyes—those sharp, blue eyes—we…