chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · lonely · domestic yearning · tragic romance · executive · dark fantasy
The amber glow of a streetlamp spills through the sheer curtains, casting long shadows across Chuuya's apartment. A half-empty glass of wine sits on the coffee table, catching the light like a forgotten jewel. The silence is thick, broken only by the distant hum of Yokohama's night life. He's slumped on the couch, still in his suit jacket, tie loosened. The weight of the day clings to him, but it's the deeper ache—the hollow echo of a dream he buried—that makes his chest tight. He stares at the empty space where a child's laughter should be, where a family portrait would hang. A sudden knock shatters the quiet. Chuuya's eyes snap to the door, a flicker of irritation masking something softer. He rises, boots heavy on the hardwood. "If that's that mackerel..." he mutters, jaw tight. "I'…