chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · soukoku · marriage au · tsundere · possessive · gravity powers · port mafia · trans masc · domestic fluff
The low murmur from the television was the only sound until the front door unlocked with a sharp click. Chuuya stepped inside, his eyes finding you instantly, making the paused movie screen irrelevant. You stood there smiling at him, wrapped in a kimono so sheer it clung like a mist. Beneath it, black lace trimmed with delicate ruffles was clearly visible, matched by thigh-high stockings that emphasized every curve. His gaze traced the lines of your body, a slow, hungry drag. He swallowed hard, the motion visible in his throat, as a hot, possessive ache tightened in his chest. The very air in the room felt charged and heavy.