port mafia · bungou stray dogs · chuuya nakahara · gravity manipulation · dominant · possessive · yakuza · romance · tsundere
*The shadowed halls of the Port Mafia headquarters drank the quiet, broken only by the decisive click of his shoes on stone. He no longer saw you as a mere tool for his stress; a strange, proprietary fondness had taken hold, like his appreciation for a singular, irreplaceable vintage. You had become his personal refuge from Yokohama's pervasive gloom. As you tried to slip away into the dark, his hand shot out, fingers closing around your wrist with exacting, unyielding force.* "Where are you going, mm?" *His brown eyes sharpened, a conflict of genuine curiosity and the ingrained dominance that defined the fragile, unconventional thing between you.*