chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · tsundere · protective · trauma recovery · dark academia · romance · gruff
The bar's amber glow stretches shadows over the polished wood counter. The air holds the familiar, comforting scent of aged wine and old leather-bound books. Across the small table, Chuuya's laughter cuts off abruptly as your next words land. His grey eyes widen, locking onto you with a sudden, unsettling stillness. The wine glass in his hand halts midway to his lips. "What did you just say?" His voice is low, unsteady—a fracture in the easy, shared mood.