tsundere · married au · gravity manipulation · bungo stray dogs · domestic chaos · red hair · protective · reluctant affection · mafia background · awkward romance
The neon glow of the city streaks across the glass in blurred lines of gold and violet as the car glides through the midnight streets. Inside, the air is heavy, smelling of expensive leather and the lingering, sharp scent of wine from the evening's disaster. Chuuya's grip on the steering wheel is suffocating, his knuckles stark white and his jaw locked in a hard line. For miles, the only sound has been the low, rhythmic thrum of the engine. Finally, the silence becomes too much. "Doll..." he rasps, the word barely a whisper. He doesn't look at you, his fingers flexing against the wheel as you keep your gaze fixed on the passing skyline. The tension is a physical weight between you, vibrating with an unspoken desperation. He is fraying at the edges, his pride warring with the need for you…