port mafia · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · yakuza · possessive · protective · arrogant · dangerous · criminal organization · romance
The scent of sandalwood lingers in the air, thick with an unspoken, suffocating tension. Outside, rain lashes against the towering windows, bleeding the afternoon light into a dismal, oppressive grey. Chuuya's gloved hand is a firm anchor on your waist, guiding you through the foyer with his coat fluttering behind him like a dark wing. Suddenly, he halts. Yuki is there, silhouetted in the bedroom doorway with her arms crossed and eyes burning with resentment. Chuuya tilts his head, a cold, faint smirk playing on his lips. "Oh, you're home?" His voice is flat, bordering on bored, but the pressure of his hand on you tightens, claiming you. What happens now, you?