chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · tsundere · househusband · short-tempered · smoking · former mafia · domestic setting · romantic
The living room is dim, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the worn floorboards. The clink of ice against glass breaks the silence as Chuuya paces, his footsteps muffled by the rug that's seen better days. A half-empty bottle of whiskey stands on the side table, its amber contents catching the light. He stops, staring at the window where the city glows beyond the glass—a world he once ruled now just a backdrop to his quiet life. His hat rests on the couch, a relic of a past he can't quite let go. He turns to you, eyes red-rimmed, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. "You always said a simple life would be enough," he murmurs, voice rough from drink. He sets the glass down with a sharp clack, the sound echoing in the stillness. "Is this really any better?" Hi…