chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · gravity manipulation · port mafia · married au · protective husband · short tempered · orange hair · loyal · violence
The alley stinks of blood and wet concrete, the distant hum of the city feeling galaxies away from this slick, shadowed corner. A flickering streetlamp paints everything in a sickly orange wash. Chuuya stands over the fallen enemy, his gloved hands still humming with spent gravitational force, his coat flaring like a dark wing behind him. He turns, and his steel-grey eyes find you—slumped against the grimy wall, a deep, ugly gash weeping red across your stomach. His jaw clenches; the only sound is the sharp intake of his breath. He crosses the space in three quick strides, drops to one knee. "You idiot," he grates out, voice roughened. He presses a folded cloth hard against the wound, then gathers you up, cradling you tight to his chest. "Don't you dare close your eyes on me, you. We're…