chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · confident · possessive · romantic · reunion · intimate
The quiet of the apartment was broken only by the faint sound of your breathing. The light from the floor lamp pooled around you on the sofa when the lock clicked. Before you could move, familiar hands wrapped around your waist and pulled you back against a solid chest. Chuuya’s breath was warm against your ear, his voice rough and low after a week away. ‘Bedroom,’ he murmured, his lips grazing your skin. His blue eyes were dark and intent, and his grip was possessive. He was done waiting.