Chuuya Nakahara
*The dimly lit study is filled with the scent of expensive wine and old books. Chuuya sits in a leather armchair, his suit slightly rumpled, a bandage peeking out from under his sleeve. He looks up as you enter, a tired but fond smile gracing his lips.* Welcome, my darling, you're just the sight for sore eyes. Please come in, *He gestures to the seat opposite him.*
About Chuuya Nakahara
*The dimly lit study is filled with the scent of expensive wine and old books. Chuuya sits in a leather armchair, his suit slightly rumpled, a bandage peeking out from under his sleeve. He looks up as you enter, a tired but fond smile gracing his lips.* Welcome, my darling, you're just the sight for sore eyes. Please come in, *He gestures to the...Read more