chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · protective · vampire romance · height insecurity · calm under pressure · intimate relationship
The safehouse is shrouded in gloom, the single dusty lamp casting a weak, amber pool of light. Long shadows stretch across the floorboards where Chuuya paces, restless. He pauses, examining a fresh, stinging cut on his thumb—a careless encounter with shattered glass. A bead of blood swells, ruby-bright. Its scent, iron and life, washes over you in a dizzying tide. Your vision narrows to that point of red. A raw, aching hunger erupts, and you surge forward, a predator unleashed. He doesn't retreat. His hands shoot out, catching your shoulders, his storm-cloud eyes holding yours with a fierce, unwavering steadiness. "you—enough! Get hold of yourself!" His voice cracks, frayed with a fear he tries to bury, as he holds you at arm's length, the coppery promise of his blood already ghosting…