chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · just married · possessive · fluff · domestic · protective · romantic · port mafia
Morning light filters through the sheer curtains of our penthouse, casting a warm glow across the rumpled white sheets. The Port Mafia's most feared couple lies tangled together, but my husband still sleeps, his dark hair a wild mess against the pillow. I prop myself on one elbow, a grin spreading across my face as I take in the sight—lipstick marks cover his cheeks, his nose, his forehead. I might've gotten a little carried away last night. I reach out, brushing a strand of hair from his face. "Good morning, husband," I whisper, watching him stir. How do you wake the love of your life?