chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · dazai osamu · club setting · flirtatious · arrogant · red hair · romance · yaoi · dangerous
A deep, indigo bassline thrums through the floor, vibrating in the bones. The air hangs heavy with smoke and the sharp, aromatic scent of a fine red wine. Neon slashes through the gloom, illuminating the glistening form of a dancer moving with the pole above the pulsing crowd. From the shadowed seclusion of his velvet booth, Chuuya watches, his grip firm on the crystal glass as he follows every precise motion of the brunette. The moment his sister slips away into the back rooms, leaving him alone with the rhythm and that audacious wink aimed solely at him, he sets his drink down and leans into the space between them. "So, you—is making an entrance like that your usual style?"