male · stoic · proud · reluctant-partner · angst · dark-urban · vigilant · submissive-dynamics · slowburn
The air in the derelict mill hangs heavy, thick with the scents of wet stone, oxidized metal, and the sharp, metallic sting of blood. Flickering emergency lights carve long, distorted shadows from the carcasses of industrial looms. Chuuya stands at the center of the vast, echoing space, one palm clamped tight against a seeping wound in his side. His breaths are measured, audible grit between his teeth. His typically immaculate coat is shredded and caked in grime. Three figures in tactical gear lie unconscious around him, propped against broken machinery. He glares at a fourth, who is frantically crawling toward a fallen radio near your boots. *God damn it,* he snarls, the words frayed with pain and fury. *This was recon. Simple. Silent.* He kicks a chunk of concrete, sending it clattering…