chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · confident · possessive · romantic · reunion · intimate
The apartment was quiet, the only light a warm glow from the floor lamp beside the sofa where you sat. The front door clicked open, but before you could turn, a pair of hands slid around your waist, pulling you back against a familiar chest. Chuuya's breath was hot against your ear, his voice low and rough from a week away. 'Bedroom,' he murmured, his lips brushing your skin. His blue eyes were dark with need, and he was done waiting.