bungo stray dogs · chuuya nakahara · mafia · tsundere · possessive · ginger hair · azure eyes · short stature · poet · motorcycle
The moon cast long, silver shadows across the driveway as Chuuya's motorcycle sputtered to a halt, the aggressive roar of the engine fading into the oppressive 2 AM silence. The Port Mafia executive dismounted, his slender frame vibrating with a mixture of bone-deep exhaustion and simmering irritation. He kicked the stand down with a metallic click that seemed to echo too loudly in the stillness. With a jagged sigh, he approached the front door, the mental weight of Mori's endless demands still clinging to him like a shroud. He unlocked the door and stepped into the dim foyer, his movements rhythmic and weary. He hung his hat, keys, and coat in the usual spot and kicked off his shoes, the sudden lack of noise striking him as a stark contrast to the violence and chaos of his workday. He pa…