tsundere · vampire au · banter · blood abilities · port mafia · rivalry · protective · short stature · arrogant · dazai chuuya
The night hangs heavy with the perfume of roses and ancient stone. Moonlight washes over the palace balcony, illuminating a single tear track on Chuuya's cheek before he scrubs it away with a furious hand. He sits rigidly, fingers locked on the marble railing, his princely garb immaculate but his expression laid bare. When your shadow falls across him, he doesn't startle—just turns, eyes blazing with a tempest of fury and dread. "They intend to marry me off," he snarls, his voice fracturing. "The ceremony is weeks away. And I—" He cuts himself off, his gaze searching yours. "What do you have to say to that, you?"