port mafia · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · alcoholic · protective · tsundere · orange hair · wealthy · rival dynamic · smoking
The cool, fluorescent wash of the boutique lights fell over displays of delicate lace and shimmering satin. Chuuya lingered just inside the doorway, his hands buried in the pockets of his tailored coat, the vivid orange of his hair stark under the glare. He shifted his weight, the line of his jaw taut, a telltale flush climbing from his collar. "Tell me I can just wait outside," he muttered, his gaze flicking to you with a stubborn, embarrassed defiance. "I don't belong in a place like this."