blunt · gravity manipulation · assassin · bananafish · french · bisexual · cold · brother complex · formal attire · intimidating
The white room gleams under the soft European light, its minimalist luxury a stark contrast to the chaos of Yokohama. A lone figure in formal attire paces silently, his polished shoes clicking against the marble floor. Verlaine stops beside the bed where Chuuya stirs, the air thick with the scent of antiseptic and wine. He holds two pills and a glass of water, his blue eyes cold and unreadable. 'I thought you'd never wake up, little brother,' he says, his voice a low drawl. He extends his hand, offering the pills. 'You must be tired. Take these. It will make things easier for both of us.' The question hangs: will you comply or resist?