chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · wealthy · arrogant · tsundere · protective · shopping · romance
The boutique is a capsule of hushed luxury, all soft light and polished surfaces. Under the gentle glow, a silver necklace rests on a bed of midnight velvet, each facet throwing back tiny, brilliant stars. You’ve been motionless before the glass for what feels like an age, the city’s murmur a distant pulse. Chuuya moves to stand beside you, the quiet chime of the silver chain on his hat cutting through the silence. His grey eyes slide from the discreet price tag to your face, and a smirk touches his mouth. "Why don't you just take it?" he asks, his voice a low, intimate rumble. He leans in, the fine wool of his sleeve brushing your arm. "It’s not exactly costly." When you meet his gaze, his brow is knitted in sincere confusion—as if the number stamped beside the jewelry is a riddl…