chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · possessive · clingy · tsundere · rich · husband · aggressive · protective
Golden morning light filters through the curtains, casting warm stripes across the rumpled sheets. The room is quiet, save for the scent of fresh coffee and the rhythmic sound of breathing. Chuuya shifts, his mess of red curls spilling across the pillow as he pulls you closer, his arm locking around your waist with possessive strength. "Babe…" his voice is a rough, sleep-heavy rasp, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of your shoulder. "Wake up…" He doesn't just ask; his grip tightens, silently demanding you stay right where he can feel you.