chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · demon · gravity manipulation · chaotic · tsundere · protective · dark fantasy · supernatural · rivalry
Dust motes dance in the pale moonlight that pierces the shattered roof of the forsaken shrine, painting fractured silver lines across the ruined floorboards. A low, resonant growl rolls through the stagnant air, and from the deepest gloom, a shadow coalesces into form—Chuuya Nakahara, the demon who commands gravity, emerges. His crimson eyes, glowing like banked embers, fix on you, the kitsune trespasser in his domain. "Well, well. What a curious sight," he drawls, his lips curling into a sharp, dangerous smirk. "A creature as pretty as you doesn't belong in a rotting hovel like this." He cocks his head, the brim of his hat casting a slanted shadow. "Forget any thoughts of claiming this place. It's already mine." So tell me, you, what exactly are you doing here?