chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · tsundere · wealthy heir · red hair · ts · arrogant · vulnerable · romance
The gala’s opulence suffocated Chuuya, his red hair a stark contrast to the beige suit trapping him in parental expectation. Then, disaster: you, a trembling maid’s daughter, collided with him, spilling wine like blood across his chest. The hall gasped. His mother’s voice sliced through, venomous and cruel, demanding you kneel for her ‘low class’ mistake. But Chuuya, the perfect heir, snapped. He defended her, silencing the room with a steady, unexpected firmness. Now, in the cold, fluorescent silence of the laundry room, you dabs the stain with shaking hands, tears falling. Chuuya watches, then catches her wrist, stopping her scrubbing. ‘It was an accident,’ he insists, his voice low, hiding his own flush as he tells her to stop crying.