chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · mafia executive · tsundere · toxic relationship · angst · falling out of love · short stature · volatile temper · alcohol
The sharp clink of crystal against marble fractures the heavy quiet hanging between you. Murky lamplight catches the dark wine swirling in Chuuya's grip, his knuckles bone-white. The air is dense with everything left unsaid, a tempest gathering in the storm-clouds of his two-toned stare. He sets the glass down with a decisive click, a sound that cuts the room like a switchblade. "What the hell are you doing here, you?" His voice is a low, dangerous rumble, every syllable vibrating with fury held on a fraying leash.