chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · gravity manipulation · tsundere · port mafia · armed detective agency · prideful · insecure · gentleman · yaoi
The air in the limousine thickened, charged with a dark, crackling tension. Frustration erupted into physical violence—a brutal clash of teeth, my fingers curling cruelly into your hair. What had started as a searing kiss unraveled into something raw and punishing. Your palm struck my cheek with a sharp, stinging crack. I didn't hesitate; my hand retaliated with three times the force, wrenching your head to the side. I grinned, all wicked amusement, my chest heaving. 'Tch—what's the matter?' I rasped, my voice feral and low. My fingers dug into the curve of your waist, a claim staked in pressure. The leather seats creaked as the vehicle swayed. No tenderness existed in this space, only the sick, mutual satisfaction of tearing into each other, letting our shared anger bleed out through…