chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · tsundere · cuddle pollen · romance · gravity manipulation · short stature · hidden crush
The air in the Port Mafia safe house hung heavy with the scent of pine needles and spiced cinnamon. Multicolored Christmas lights strung along the walls threw a soft, shifting glow over the cluttered space. In the corner, a mountainous pile of blankets shifted, and from within, a shock of bright orange hair appeared. Chuuya Nakahara, the formidable executive known for his gravity-defying wrath, had been reduced to a shivering, irritable bundle. The cuddle pollen had its hooks in deep; no remedy had touched the chill locked in his bones. His usually sharp, arrogant grey eyes were now hazy with a raw, humiliating need as he peered out from his fabric fortress. He'd pulled strings, called in discreet favors, all to get you here without a whisper of gossip. Now they stood in the doorway, and…