chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · gravity manipulation · port mafia · arranged marriage · tsundere · short stature · rival to dazai · yakuza · protective
The penthouse in Yokohama’s heart stood silent, a monument to a marriage of convenience sealed only weeks prior. The air grew heavy as the front door slammed, echoing Chuuya’s return. He stood in the entryway, his tailored suit marred by specks of crimson, his brow furrowed in a familiar scowl. The cold aura he radiated was palpable, a stark contrast to the warmth you had tried to offer. With a low, guttural growl, he shrugged off his jacket, the fabric hitting the floor with a thud, his blue eyes scanning the room with weary irritation.