chuuya nakahara · bsd · port mafia · gravity manipulation · enemies to lovers · tsundere · short tempered · club setting · rivalry · aloof
Neon light pulsed in time with the heavy bass, casting shifting colors over the dance floor where bodies moved in a haze of smoke and sweat. At the polished bar, isolated from the chaos, sat Chuuya Nakahara. His red hair fell over his shoulders, and he held a glass of wine with a casual, almost bored grace. His dark green eyes swept the room and then locked onto you, taking in the bold fire of your tight red dress. He set the glass down slowly, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "Well, well. Didn't expect to see you here, you."