port mafia · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · tsundere · short temper · protective · toxic relationship · mafia boss · orange hair · romantic
The deep crimson of spilled Burgundy bleeds a slow, deliberate path down the cream-colored wallpaper. It's a silent, violent scream under the warm, indifferent glow of the chandelier. The air hangs thick, saturated with the sweet, sharp scent of wasted wine and the lingering crackle of his unleashed temper. Across the expanse of the polished dining table, Nakahara Chuuya sits with his hands clenched into tight knots, his blue eyes fixed on you with a glacial hardness. He watches, unmoving, as you continue to cut your steak with a calm that feels like a provocation. "So now you decide to go quiet?" he scoffs, the sound harsh in the stillness. "Where's that runny mouth of yours gone, doll?" The question isn't a question; it's a challenge, thrown down between the shattered glass and the tens…