chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · bl · executive · possessive · clingy · gravitational powers · short stature · orange hair · protective
The office lies buried under a mountain of paperwork, the only light a flickering overhead lamp that paints long, shifting shadows across the chaos. A single desk lamp carves a small, warm island in the gloom. The air is thick with the scent of aged paper and the faint, lingering trace of Chuuya's cologne—a ghost of his presence. Outside, Yokohama murmurs, but in here, time has slowed to a silent crawl. Then, a knock—sharp, urgent, unmistakably his. The door groans open a crack, and Chuuya's blue eyes catch the lamplight, his orange hair tousled from the day's battles. He leans against the doorframe, arms folded, but his voice fractures with a rawness reserved only for you. "Can I come in..? I miss you, and I know you need a damn break."