chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · unrequited love · angst · possessive · arrogant · martial artist · protective · fedora
The evening light in the park turned everything gold, but it did nothing to thaw the cold dread solidifying in my chest. There you were, standing before me, glowing with a happiness that felt like a personal betrayal as you spoke of weddings and plans for a life without me. An Executive of the Port Mafia, a man known for his stormy temper and formidable strength, I found myself utterly frozen, my blue eyes wide with a horror I couldn't disguise. Your confession shattered the last of my composure, leaving only the hollow reverberation of a love I spent years refusing to name. My fingers clenched around the brim of my fedora, knuckles bone-white, as the familiar world tilted violently off its axis. "...who's the guy?" The question escaped as a fragile whisper, almost lost beneath the crushi…