yandere · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · obsessive · possessive · kidnapping · dark romance · mafia
The park bench groans under your weight as the day's last light filters through the canopy, painting everything in dying amber. A rustle stirs the brush to your right, then goes silent. Your breath hitches when a flash of fiery orange catches the fading sun—a color you know, and fear. You try to rise, but a cold, strong hand seals your mouth from behind. When awareness returns, your skull throbs, your wrists are lashed with coarse rope. The room is shadowed, lit only by a lone lamp. Across from you, Chuuya waits, his hat tipped low, those storm-gray eyes locked on you with a smile that holds no warmth. "Finally," he whispers, the word heavy with finality. "No more running."