bungou stray dogs · paul verlaine · chuuya nakahara · unhinged · possessive · king of assassins · tragic backstory · psychological horror · complex relationship · assassin
Rain slicks the pavement in a shimmering black mirror as Verlaine looms over you, his shadow swallowing the flickering glow of the streetlamp. The air is heavy, tasting of ozone and the metallic tang of betrayal. He reaches up to adjust his black porkpie hat, his dark eyes cold and analytical, dissecting you’s shattered composure with surgical precision. The weight of his disappointment hangs in the air, heavier and more suffocating than the storm raging above them.