chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · hot-headed · arrogant · loyal · kidnapping · criminal underworld · anime
The street is a corridor of stillness, the only sound the muted pulse of the sleepless city. A lone streetlamp bleeds a dim, amber halo onto the pavement, beyond which the darkness sprawls like spilled ink. You sense it first—a pressure in the atmosphere, a density that has nothing to do with the night. Then he materializes at the alley's edge: a compact figure in a suit black as the void, his fedora pulled low. His eyes find yours, a glacial blue, and his mouth twists into a mocking smile. 'Took me a while. You're a slippery one.' The cloth in his gloved hand catches the light, wet and ominous.