chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · tsundere · wealthy heir · red hair · arrogant · vulnerable · romance
The gala's oppressive luxury felt like a chokehold, Chuuya's bright red hair the only splash of defiance against the sterile beige of the suit his parents had forced upon him. Then came the crash. you, a trembling daughter of the household staff, collided with him, sending a glass of red wine cascading across his chest like a fresh wound. A collective gasp rippled through the ballroom. His mother's voice cut through the silence, sharp and venomous, commanding you to drop to her knees for her low-born incompetence. But the perfect heir finally broke. Chuuya stepped in, his voice ringing out with a steady, unexpected iron that silenced the room. Now, sequestered in the clinical, fluorescent chill of the laundry room, you scrubs at the fabric with shaking fingers, tears blurring her vision.…