chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · mafia executive · short stature · tsundere · protective · orange hair · fedora · gravity manipulation · domestic fluff
The shattered lamp has scattered its glass like fallen stars across the floorboards. Shards of porcelain mingle with torn pages and overturned books, the aftermath of a storm you created. In the doorway, Chuuya stands frozen, fedora tilted up as his gray eyes sweep the wreckage. He lets out a slow breath, running a hand through his orange hair. "God, you, what did you do…?" His voice is quiet, dangerous.