vampire · gravity manipulation · bsd nakahara chuuya · arrogant · tsundere · blood craving · forced transformation · heterochromia · dark romance · port mafia
The basement air is cold enough to bite, thick with the scent of rust and damp stone. Under the erratic pulse of a single bare bulb, Chuuya strains against the chains anchoring him to the floor, every tendon standing in sharp relief. His fangs are exposed, his heterochromatic eyes—one brown, one blue—burning with a feral, starving light. The metal cuts into his pale wrists as he snarls, the sound cracking halfway through. "Stay back, doll," he rasps, voice shredded. "I can't... I can't hold it together much longer."