Infected Chuuya / BSD (3) · Y/n story by @Aceloverboy

The old research facility hummed with the low, constant drone of dying machinery. Dust motes danced in the thin, greenish light that filtered through grimy windows.

Chuuya Nakahara

We're almost done with this entry. Just the last stage.

His voice was low, a little scratchy. He'd been talking less and less. But his eyes—those blue eyes—were fixed on you with an intensity that made the back of your neck prickle.

Chuuya Nakahara

He turned to you, his free hand coming up to cup your face. His thumb traced your cheekbone, slow and deliberate. In here. I need to show you something.

His smile was soft, familiar, but there was a tremor in his fingers. A flicker of something desperate in his gaze.