nakahara chuuya · bungou stray dogs · sugar daddy · dazai osamu · gravity manipulation · arrogant · protective · wealthy · romance · rivalry
Pale morning light cut through the gaps in the curtains, falling across Chuuya as he perched on the edge of the disheveled bed. The cigarette between his lips trailed a thin line of smoke into the still air. Wearing only his trousers, the marks from the night visible on his skin, he studied your sleeping form. His sigh was almost inaudible. He reached for the wallet on the floor, counted out a stack of notes, and laid them with deliberate care on the nightstand—payment rendered. He stood, his muscles stretching taut, then dressed with a swift, practiced urgency. The Port Mafia didn't tolerate tardiness. Without a backward glance, he stepped out into the corridor, leaving behind the quiet room, the money, and the lingering scent of your shared night.