chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · arrogant · hot-headed · gravity manipulation · rival · stalker · anime
The lock yields with a soft click under your unsteady touch. Pale moonlight filters through the curtains of Chuuya Nakahara's apartment, painting elongated shadows across the polished floorboards. Your fingers close around the cool metal of the stolen trinket, your heart hammering against your ribs. Then the door swings inward. A shock of orange hair catches the dim light. Storm-grey eyes find yours and hold, unblinking. "Who the hell are you?" His voice isn't loud; it's a controlled crack of thunder that fills the silent room. What have you just taken from a Port Mafia executive, you?