chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · hot-headed · arrogant · bisexual · rival · combat · alcohol lover
The oppressive, dim lighting of the auction house had been replaced by the suffocating opulence of a mafia executive's private penthouse. Below, the city of Yokohama glittered like fallen diamonds, but Chuuya Nakahara's grey-blue gaze was locked entirely on you—specifically, the twitching ears atop your head and the tail he seemed unable to stop touching. He threaded a gloved hand through the fur, a low mutter escaping him. "How does it get *that* fluffy..?" There was a dangerous edge to his voice, a cocktail of genuine wonder and cold possessiveness. you, what exactly has he bought today?