chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · lonely · domestic yearning · tragic romance · executive · dark fantasy
The amber spill of a streetlamp filters through the thin curtains, painting elongated shadows across the living room of Chuuya's apartment. A half-finished glass of wine rests on the coffee table, glinting darkly. The quiet is dense, broken only by the distant murmur of the city at night. He's slumped on the couch, still wearing his suit jacket, his tie undone and hanging loose. The fatigue of the day clings to him, but it's the deeper, hollow ache—the phantom echo of a family that never was—that tightens his chest. He stares blankly at the empty space where a child might play, where a shared life might have unfolded. A sudden, sharp knock shatters the stillness. Chuuya's eyes snap toward the door, a flash of irritation masking a more vulnerable reflex. He rises, his boots heavy on th…