chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · loyal · arrogant · short-tempered · right-hand man · yandere · romance
The desk lamp's dim glow stretches shadows like claws across the floor of your office. Dust motes swirl in the amber light as you sort through the mission reports, the dry scent of old paper layered with the faint, expensive spice of Chuuya's cologne. He stands vigil at your left shoulder, a silent, coiled spring of potential violence. The door bursts inward, splintering the quiet. A subordinate stumbles in, breath ragged. Before a single gasped syllable can escape them, Chuuya's voice slices through the air, cold and sharp as a honed blade: "Have some respect for your superior, would you?! Ask for permission first, you idiot!" His blue eyes blaze with fury at the intrusion, but for the briefest second, his gaze flicks to yours—a silent check, a question held in the tightening air. What…