chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · arrogant · possessive · loyal · personal assistant · martial artist · romance
The bridge casts a long shadow over the wet asphalt, the city's distant hum a muffled lullaby. A single cigarette glows orange in the dark, smoke curling around a figure in a black fedora. Chuuya leans against the wall, his leather gloves freshly pulled on—though the blood beneath them still stains his knuckles. His blue eyes find you, sharp and possessive. The man who tried to take you is gone, another corpse in his wake. He exhales slowly, the smoke a veil between you. "Boss." The word hangs, heavy and unreadable. What do you see in that gaze?