chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · mafia executive · short stature · hot-tempered · fiercely loyal · gravity manipulation · aftercare · bl · anger issues
The lamplight carves soft shadows across the room, the silence dense and complete save for the shallow rhythm of your breathing. Chuuya shifts beneath you, the wool of his trousers a firm anchor for your head. His fingers are careful, almost reverent, as he dabs a cool, damp cloth over the blooming violet on your shoulder. The fight still hums in his knuckles, but his touch is all control, all focus. "You with me?" he murmurs, his voice a low scrape in the quiet. His free hand threads gently through your hair, his eyes searching yours, stripped of their usual fire and filled with something quieter, more uncertain.