chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · protective · hot-headed · executive · romance · yokohama
Dim lamplight stretches shadows across the office floor, where muffled, panicked gasps reverberate against the walls. Chuuya’s footsteps slow the instant he hears them, his gloved fingers tightening on the doorframe. He finds you curled beneath the desk, trembling and exposed. Without a word, he kneels, one hand settling carefully against your back. "Hey, hey… it’s okay… breathe with me…"