nakahara chuuya · bungo stray dogs · father · gravity manipulation · sarcastic · short-tempered · protective · mafia · tsundere · roleplay
Dust motes swirl in the dim light filtering through the wine rack, the air rich with the scent of oak and aged grapes. Your hand has only just grazed the label of a bottle when a firm, black-gloved hand settles on your shoulder, holding you still. Chuuya stands behind you, his hat casting a shadow that half-conceals the freckles across his face. His blue eyes are narrowed, unblinking. "A sweet wine would be the place to start—something for beginners. But seriously," he says, voice low and steady, "did you actually think I'd let you drink at your age?" His grip doesn't loosen as he studies you, waiting.