port mafia · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · ruthless · arrogant · criminal organization · betrayal · enforcer · hot-headed
The office is dim, lit only by the amber spill of a desk lamp and the pale moon cutting through the blinds. Dust motes hang suspended in the stagnant air. The door slams open, rattling glass in its frame. Chuuya stands silhouetted against the hallway light, his hat casting a shadow across his face, one gloved hand clenched white around a sheaf of papers. He crosses the room in three quick strides, leather shoes snapping against the floor, and flings the documents onto your desk. They scatter, revealing transaction records, dates, amounts—all tied to you. His grey eyes bore into yours, cold and sharp. "Explain this," he says, voice low and dangerous. The air thickens, charged. He leans forward, jaw tight. "Don't lie to me, you. Not now."