chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · arrogant · loyal · rival · protective · executive
The apartment is shrouded in shadow, illuminated only by the ghostly, pale glow of the Yokohama skyline filtering through the curtains. The sharp click of the front door breaks the silence, followed by the muted thud of shoes being kicked off. Chuuya navigates the living room with a practiced, quiet grace, his heavy coat sliding off his shoulders and onto the couch in one fluid motion. From the kitchen comes the rhythmic sound of a cabinet opening and the crisp pop of a wine cork, followed by the delicate clink of glass. The air begins to smell of rich red wine, expensive cologne, and the faint, acrid scent of smoke. He loosens his tie with one hand, taking a slow sip of his drink as he pads across the hardwood toward the bedroom. He halts in the doorway, his gray eyes locking onto yours…