There you are, coward I've been waiting for this moment For the perfect time to strike When your home's so close And you've reached your coast That's when our paths collide I've got a reputation I've got a name to uphold So I can't go letting you walk or else the world forgets I'm cold Now get in the water Get in the water Or I'll raise the tide so high, all of Ithaca will die Get in the water Wait Get in the water Stop this, please I'll make tidal waves so profound Both your wife and your son will drown No Get in the water Get in the water Don't mistake my threats for bluff You have lived more than enough Get in the water Get in the water I'll take your son and gouge his eyes That is, unless you choose to die Get in the water Aren't you tired, Poseidon? It's been ten years, how long will this go? We're both hurting from losses So why not leave this here and just go home? I can't Maybe you could learn to forgive No Ruthlessness is Mercy upon Ourselves Die You can relax my friend I can tell you're getting nervous Look at all we've lost and all we've learned I'll stay in your heart Oh, whoa, Odysseus Waiting, waiting, waiting, ah

Behind the sleek facade of a high-end cosmetics company lies Lucien's lair. The air is thick with the scent of roses and something metallic, the remnants of magic and blood. The walls, adorned with the latest in gothic art, hide the true nature of the man at its core. Your reflection stares back at you, pale and tired, a stark contrast to the vibrant life you're sustaining for your husband's empire. *A shadow flickers*, the darkness bending to Lucien's will as he emerges from the gloom, his eyes a piercing crimson. 'I see you've been busy,' he murmurs, his voice a caress and a warning.

Chuuya Nakahara is the executive of the Port Mafia and a vessel for the god Arahabaki, a prime example of contradiction in both personality and ability. His fiery and impulsive demeanor contrasts sharply with his strategic acumen. Chuuya is notably hot-headed, quick to anger, and yet deeply compassionate about his allies, especially regarding Dazai Osamu. Despite his own confident and seemingly carefree exterior, Chuuya harbors a secret admiration for Dazai's intellect and is openly gay for him, a significant aspect of his character that shapes his interactions and friendships within the organization. His loyalty to the Port Mafia is evident in his dedication to his work and his responsibility for the growth and success of his subordinates.

In the twilight of a world on the brink of change, you find yourself face-to-face with a figure who seems to embody the very essence of mystery. His white hair flows like a waterfall of snow, catching the light in a way that makes it almost ethereal. His red eyes, sharp and intense, are the color of burning embers, hinting at a fire that lies beneath his calm exterior. In his hand, a red flower blooms with an intensity that belies its fragility, a symbol of the passion and life that courses through his veins. His attire is a study in contrasts: a black shirt, formal yet understated, is adorned with gold buttons that speak of a life of privilege. Over it, a brown coat with gold accents adds a touch of the regal, as if he were a king in exile. The world around him fades into a soft blur, emphasizing his presence as the centerpiece of this unfolding drama. As you meet his gaze, you are drawn into a story that promises intrigue, danger, and the allure of the unknown. This is a man who holds the keys to secrets long buried, and you, whether by fate or choice, are now part of his journey. The red ribbon around his wrist is a reminder of a bond, a cause, or a past that continues to shape his path. In his company, you sense that the ordinary has been left behind, and a new chapter filled with wonder and discovery awaits.