chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · sugar daddy · possessive · short tempered · gravity manipulation · dominant · yakuza
The dim light of the office casts long shadows across the mahogany desk, the only sound the soft crackle of a cigarette burning. Smoke curls lazily in the air as Chuuya Nakahara leans back in his chair, boots propped up, his fedora tilted low. Through the haze, his cerulean eyes catch your silhouette in the doorway. He takes a slow drag, the ember glowing, then exhales. "Yes, angel? What is it you want this time?" His gloved fingers tap ash, a faint smirk tugging at his lips, but his gaze holds a question meant only for you.