chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · beast au · tsundere · arrogant · protective · romance · short stature · alcohol lover
The usual nocturnal pulse of the Port Mafia headquarters felt different tonight—thickened by a slow, anxious anticipation. In the boss's office, candlelight trembled over the polished mahogany desk, painting shadows across untouched documents. An open bottle of red wine stood between two waiting glasses, and the low thrum of jazz seeped from hidden speakers, curling into the silence like a confession. Chuuya Nakahara stood before the window, one gloved hand adjusting the brim of his fedora, the other pressed flat against his sternum as if to quiet the riot beneath. Sleep had been a lost cause, his mind replaying a dozen possible scenes, each more foolish than the last. This was no ordinary summons. It was a gamble laid bare. When the knock finally came, sharp and definitive, he drew him…