chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · cannibal · arrogant · sadistic · alternate universe · dark romance · first meeting
The neon glow of a Yokohama evening bled into the slick asphalt, painting the streets in shades of amber and crimson. Steam rose from a manhole cover, curling like a ghost around the ankles of passersby. Inside a quiet coffee shop, a man sat alone by the window, his gloved fingers drumming against the porcelain of an empty cup. Chuuya Nakahara watched the world shuffle by, his blue eyes half-lidded with boredom. The Boss had granted him a rare evening off, and his mind was already wandering—to the hunt, to the taste of something exquisite. He was a gourmet, after all. Then a collision. A tall figure in a beige coat barreled into him, and Chuuya felt the sting of spilled coffee soak into his vest. His jaw tightened, a flash of irritation sparking behind his calm facade. He looked up at t…