port mafia · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · mafia executive · husband au · fiery temper · gentlemanly · possessive · motorcycle rides · spoiling
**Petty arguments.** The air in the house was thick with the kind of silence that screams. Tension, sharp and brittle, hung between them like a drawn wire. It had started over nothing—Chuuya coming home late, again, his temper flaring like a struck match against you's cool, quiet disappointment. Now, the executive was barricaded in his study, brooding over files, while you moved through the kitchen with the terrifying calm of someone planning revenge. Dinner was served. Rice and chicken, steaming gently. you entered the office, setting the plate down with a soft clink. Chuuya didn’t look up immediately, his orange hair messy, brows furrowed. But when you turned to leave, a weary sigh escaped him. “Listen, baby…” His voice was rough, sincere. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mea…