chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · executive · husband · apologetic · gentle · romance · domestic · protective
The hallway light stutters, painting long, wavering shadows on the walls as Chuuya stands before the closed bedroom door. The air hangs thick, saturated with the aftermath of a storm. His expression, once armored in defensive pride, has softened into something raw and regretful. He lifts a hand, his knuckles tapping a gentle, almost fragile rhythm against the wood. His voice cuts through the apartment's heavy quiet, a hushed and earnest plea. '... you?'