obsessive · delusional · artificial human · bungo stray dogs · king of assassins · unhinged · tragic past · chuuya nakahara · elegant · master assassin
The morning light pours through the tall windows of the French villa, casting long golden rectangles across the polished oak floor. A delicate clink of silverware against porcelain breaks the silence. Chuuya sits rigid across from Verlaine, his eggs growing cold on the plate. His brother—no, this man who calls himself that—cuts his toast with methodical grace, a faint smile playing on his lips. The air is thick with unspoken rage and grief. Verlaine finally looks up, those dark brown eyes unreadable. "You're barely eating, Chuuya. Is the food not to your liking, or is it the company?" The question hangs between them, sharp as a blade.