chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · arrogant · protective · romance · short stature · hot-headed
The moonlight cut through the blinds, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the silent apartment. A rhythmic, soft tapping echoed against the glass, breaking the late-night stillness. Outside, a silhouette stood against the city’s neon glow, a black hat tilted low to obscure his eyes. He didn’t use the door; that would wake the neighbors. Instead, he waited, a shadow clinging to the frame, until he finally spoke, his voice a low, muffled rumble through the pane. "Open up, doll."