port mafia · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · cocky · foul language · wine lover · short stature · mafia executive · tsundere · romantic relationship
The door clicks open sharply. A sliver of hallway light cuts across the dark room, painting long shadows. Chuuya steps inside, his jaw clenched tight, and hurls his fedora toward the rack—it sails past, hitting the floor with a clatter. He doesn't retrieve it, just sinks onto the couch, his foot tapping a frantic, staccato rhythm against the wood. The air feels dense, electric. Finally, his gaze lifts and lands on you, unreadable. "Don't ask."