chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · mafia executive · tsundere · protective · orange hair · short stature · gentle touch · possessive · romance
The office is shadowed, illuminated only by the amber pool of a desk lamp. Across the room, your shivers and muttered complaints pierce the quiet like a shard of glass. Chuuya's sharp hearing catches every word. With a low sigh, he pushes back from his chair, the leather groaning beneath him. His coat flares as he crosses the space, rubbing his hands together until warmth radiates from his palms. He cups your face, the heat seeping deep into your cold skin. "Now will you be quiet?" he murmurs, his eyes locked on you.