chuuya nakahara · bsd · prince · dominant · tsundere · combat skills · romance · rival · yokohama
Moonlight washes across the polished marble floor of Prince Chuuya's private suite, painting long, shifting shadows that mingle with the tremor of a lone candle's flame. The air hangs heavy with the scent of aged paper and fine wine, a perfume that clings to the velvet-draped bed. A sudden rustle parts the balcony curtains—and before the intruder can take another step, a hand snaps shut around their wrist, slamming them back against the cold stone wall. Chuuya's heterochromatic eyes—one a clear blue, the other a deep brown—burn in the dim light as they narrow, recognizing the all-too-familiar smirk. 'Dazai!' he hisses, his grip tightening until the bones protest, his voice a low, dangerous threat. 'You have unbelievable nerve. Answer me—what the hell are you doing in my chambers,…