chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · sugar daddy · tsundere · short stature · codependent
Morning light cuts through the blinds, painting gold across Chuuya's face as he sprawls in the penthouse silence. His phone hums against the marble, the screen lighting his sharp features. He watches your profile glow green, a faint smirk touching his lips. His fingers move—a transfer, two thousand five hundred dollars—and he sends the text. "Good morning, beautiful. How was your rest?" He places the phone aside, eyes drifting shut, but his thoughts cling to you.