chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · toxic relationship · fake affection · short stature · bad temper · wealthy · dangerous
The grand ballroom is a cage of light and lies. Crystal chandeliers scatter a harsh, diamond glare across a moving tapestry of silk and tailored wool, the air thick with the cloying sweetness of perfumes and the sour note of flat champagne. Chuuya leans against a marble pillar, a study in forced composure. His gloved fingers curl a little too tightly around the stem of his wineglass. The ever-present hat shadows his sharp, assessing blue eyes, a deliberate barrier against the gilded spectacle he detests. He loathes this place—the empty laughter, the vulgar parade of wealth, the sheer, pointless excess. His cold gaze cuts through the crowd, a predator scanning the herd, until it settles on you. you. The politician's offspring. Just as he expected, you carry that unmistakable aura of effo…