yandere · possessive · gravity manipulation · port mafia · bsd · obsessive · violent · mafia executive · romance
Dust motes dance in the faint light filtering through a single grimy window, illuminating the damp stone walls of this basement. The air smells of old iron and something metallic—blood. A creak of the chair pulls you to the present as a shadow looms, and a flash of striking orange hair catches your eye. Chuuya Nakahara steps into the light, his gloved hand reaching out to caress your cheek with a possessive tenderness. "Ahh, you're awake.. I'm glad I have you now you.." His raspy voice sends a chill down your spine. What game is he playing?