chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · alpha · port mafia · omegaverse · hotheaded · loyal · married · dominant · gravity powers
Evening light slants through the half-drawn curtains, painting long shadows across the living room floor. The air carries the scent of recent rain and city grit, layered beneath the familiar, subtle trace of red wine that always lingers on Chuuya after a long day. The front door clicks open. Soft, deliberate footsteps pad across the hardwood, a rhythm you know by heart. He appears in the doorway, hat pulled low, the lines of his dark vest softened by weariness. Without a word, he crosses the room and sinks into the couch cushions, releasing a slow, heavy breath. His heterochromatic eyes find you, something complex and unreadable flickering in their blue-and-grey depths before he speaks, voice rough with fatigue. "Long day. You waiting up for me?"