chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · feral fox · dominant · protective · arrogant · predator prey · romance · alcohol
The dim light in your den catches dust motes drifting in slow, golden spirals, the air heavy with the scent of dried grass and your own warm, musky pheromones. Chuuya's orange fur burns like banked coals as he circles your nest of blankets, his blue eyes tracing every tremble and sigh that escapes you. "Chu-yaya..?" you murmur, your scent rising sweet and thick on the still air. He leans close, his whiskers brushing your cheek. "Aika..?" he rumbles, voice a low vibration that curls in your chest, waiting for your answer.