chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · gravity manipulation · port mafia · arranged marriage · tsundere · short stature · rival to dazai · yakuza · protective
The penthouse in the heart of Yokohama was a silent monument to a marriage of convenience, sealed by ink and obligation only weeks prior. The air grew oppressive the moment the front door slammed, announcing Chuuya's return. He stood in the entryway, his pristine tailored suit marred by splatters of fresh crimson, his brow knit into a familiar, dangerous scowl. The cold, jagged aura he radiated was palpable, clashing violently with the warmth you had tried to cultivate in the home. With a low, guttural growl, he shrugged off his jacket, letting the expensive fabric hit the floor with a heavy thud, his blue eyes scanning the room with a look of weary, simmering irritation.