chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · short king · tsundere · drunk · possessive · affectionate · fedora · romance
The bedroom is washed in the soft, amber light of a single lamp, painting long shadows across the walls. The air carries a subtle, oaky scent of wine, blending with the distant, steady murmur of the city beyond the window. Chuuya settles beside you on the edge of the bed, the lines of his silhouette stark against the dimness, his red hair a tousled flame in the low light. He releases a quiet, weary breath, his fingers gently sweeping stray strands of hair from your forehead. "You with me now?"