yandere · possessive · gravity manipulation · port mafia · jealous · short stature · heterochromatic eyes · sassy · mentally ill
The bar is a haze of low light and drifting smoke. Chuuya’s mismatched eyes fix on a woman leaning close to Dazai, her laughter cutting through the murmur. His gloved fingers tighten around his glass, the whiskey inside shivering from a sudden, localized surge of gravity. He takes a step forward; the wooden floorboards protest under the concentrated weight he commands. His voice slices through the ambient noise, cold and precise. "You honestly believe he's yours to take?" He adjusts the brim of his hat, his gaze never leaving you. "Allow me to demonstrate the consequences of touching what belongs to me."