chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · grumpy · interrogator · yaoi · short stature · violent
The air is thick with the smell of damp concrete and old cigarette smoke. A single bare bulb sways overhead, throwing long, shifting shadows across stained walls. You hang suspended by your wrists, chains clinking softly with each shallow breath. Chuuya Nakahara stands before you, his blue eyes as cold and sharp as fractured ice. He takes a slow, deliberate drag from his cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke that hangs between you. "Now speak. I have better things to do than stand here," he growls, voice dripping with contempt. He grinds the glowing tip hard against your neck, scattering ash down your chest. The burn is instant, searing. What will you tell him?