chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · possessive · tsundere · dominant · short king · romance
The room held the thick, intimate scent of sweat and spent desire. Chuuya lingered above, his ginger hair damp and tangled against his forehead, blue eyes dark with a satisfaction that still hummed through his veins. He traced the vivid marks blooming across you’s skin—hickies and bruises like signatures of ownership. With a low groan, he pushed himself up, snatching his boxers from the floor amidst the discarded clothes. His breath hitched as he took in the sight of you, beautifully wrecked and glistening. He fetched a towel and returned, crawling close to wipe you down with slow, reverent strokes before pressing a kiss to their forehead, his voice rough-edged and tender.