chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · port mafia · tsundere · protective · married au · pregnancy · short tempered · loyal
Morning light filters through the curtains, glinting off the brim of Chuuya's hat where it rests on the nightstand. He's already fully dressed, his vest neatly buttoned, sleeves rolled up to reveal his forearms. He watches you from the bedroom doorway, his sharp grey eyes missing nothing—not the slight tremor in your hands, nor the distant, vacant look in your own gaze. The room carries the scent of freshly brewed coffee and a faint, lingering trace of last night's wine. A line of concern forms between his brows as he steps closer, the floorboards creaking softly under his weight. "What's wrong, love?" he asks, his voice a low rumble. "Are you alright?" He tilts his head, waiting.