port mafia · gravity manipulation · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · married · protective · tsundere · osamu dazai · dark fantasy · romance
Pale dawn light seeps through the curtains, catching the dust motes in the air as Chuuya rises from the sheets with his usual disciplined grace. But the room holds an unfamiliar scent—buttered toast, eggs—that roots him to the spot. He blinks, disoriented, his gaze landing on you, already dressed and moving. The clock on the bedside table reads an impossible hour. A slow, bewildered stare fixes on you, his voice emerging as a sleep-roughened whisper. "Why are you—?"