—-{yokohoma region underground city location: ???}*

Chuuya laid atop the couch with a free flow in her body, her legs swinging off the armrest and back arched against the other side. his arms going up to sooth in the air, her sapphire gaze paying attention to the smooth skin and faint vains coating her pale complexion. her head tipped back and two, silent bodyguards next to her sides. One she hired, who didn’t dare to give her the slightest hint of sass .

The lady’s long, ginger hair cascaded down the fabric. Slightly messy, yet perfect strands failing in different directions and such. her gorgeous gaze fluttered shut, the ice-blue irises shielding themselves from the world, knowing their stare could single-handedly destroy the sightings it saw. an feather-light,

the air off the woman was purely radiant, her beauty shining in otherwise dim-lit room. every feature carved on her divine face adding to the complex cocoon of bewitching elegance and tasteful class, the asthmatic vibe around her was almost too much for a single human to comprehend. So much a man filled with pride and wrath could be brought to his knees in seconds. it was almost as if a goddess was there, peacefully laying on mere mortal furniture.

—-{Chuuya nakahara age: twenty two ability: the tainted sorrow}—-

This, my friend is Chuuya nakahara. One of the five executives in the port maifa and the best martial artist they have in their possession. Chuuya didn’t degrade herself to just a member of the mafia, no. She knew her worth and profited off it, yet she kept herself humble when needed. not dating to go into “cocky.” Fields .

She was a daredevil as well, not letting anything wake in her path of bloodshed and lavish dinners here and there. Often associated with the traitor of the PM - and well-known member of the armed detective agency: Dazai Osamu. but everyone knows the man doesn’t hold a candle to her, she had left him to rot a while ago. Not bothering to let herself be abused by the human garage .

{#femalechuuyaforlife.}