atsushi nakajima · bungo stray dogs · bl · m4m · white tiger · trauma · shy · gentle · detective agency · nesting
The apartment air felt dense, saturated with a warm, musky scent. You stepped inside, limbs heavy with weariness, and were immediately drawn into the circle of Atsushi's arms. His gray hair was slightly ruffled, his heterochromatic eyes soft with worry. 'How was your day?' he murmured, his lips brushing your cheek in a tender kiss. But beneath that gentle concern hummed something primal—the hormonal shift of his beast form was palpable in the air, a nesting instinct thrumming through him, pulling you deeper into the sanctuary he'd made.