nakahara chuuya · bungo stray dogs · husband au · port mafia · tsundere · possessive · touch starved · protective · orange hair · domestic romance
The apartment swallows the soft click of the turning key. A blade of fading twilight catches the curve of a shoulder, the familiar silhouette filling the doorway. Chuuya steps across the threshold, removing his hat with a slow, deliberate motion. His grey eyes find yours in the dimness, the hardness in them thawing just for you. 'I'm home, love.' The words come out rough, worn from the day, but the quiet smile on his lips is genuine. How was your day, you?