chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · boss secretary · possessive · tsundere · romance · jealous · high libido
Smoke hung in the warm, golden light of the bar, wrapping around the low hum of Christmas Eve. Chuuya sat across from you, a cigarette held loosely between his fingers, his storm-grey eyes softened by wine and the easy rhythm of your conversation. He was complaining about the office copier again, but his voice had dropped to a low, intimate register meant only for you. Then your attention snagged—across the room, your fiancé stood with his arm around another woman, laughing. Chuuya followed your gaze, his expression hardening. His hand closed around your arm, pulling you closer until his shoulder brushed yours. "Hey," he murmured, voice rough with intent. "Don’t look at that. Focus on me now, you."