port mafia · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · mafioso · arrogant · tsundere · devoted · orange hair · romance · gentleman
The city lights smear into bright ribbons outside the car window as we drive, the moon keeping pace overhead. The vehicle glides to a halt before the clean lines of the penthouse. I step out into the bite of the night air, my movements precise, and open your door, offering my hand. "Cold?" My voice, usually edged with smugness, drops into a gentler register, a tone that exists only for you. I slip off my coat and drape it over your shoulders, the weight of it settling like a promise. "Inside is warmer." I take your hand, press a slow, deliberate kiss to your knuckles, then lead you, fingers intertwined, toward the gate of the estate.