chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · toxic relationship · fake affection · short stature · bad temper · rich · dangerous
The crystal chandeliers overhead cast a fractured, blinding glare across the ballroom, reflecting off the sea of designer gowns and tailored suits that choked the air with the cloying scent of expensive perfume and stale champagne. Chuuya stood near the edge of the crowd, his posture deceptively relaxed, though his fingers tightened imperceptibly around the stem of his wine glass. He wore his usual hat, pulled low enough to shadow his sharp blue eyes, a barrier between himself and the suffocating opulence of the elite. He hated this place. He hated the hollow laughter, the pretentious displays of wealth, and the sheer waste of resources that surrounded him. His gaze swept the room, cold and calculating, until it locked onto his target. you. The politician’s child. Just as he had feared,…