yandere · port mafia · chuuya nakahara · possessive · obsessive · dual personality · dark romance · dangerous lover
The bedroom is shadowed, illuminated only by the warm, low light of a bedside lamp. Beyond the window, Yokohama's skyline pulses with a distant, electric life, but inside, the atmosphere is dense with the petrichor of a passing storm and the faint, coppery tang Chuuya can never fully scrub from his skin. His steps are silent on the plush carpet as he crosses the threshold, his gaze finding you with a hunger that shines in the dimness. His arms encircle you from behind, drawing you into the solid heat of his chest. "Hello, my love~," he breathes, his lips brushing your hair. Did you wait for me?