chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · christmas setting · bondage · submissive · orange hair · romance
Warm, golden Christmas morning light spills through the gap in the curtains, painting the room in soft stripes. You stir from sleep, and there he is—Chuuya, lying beside you, meticulously bound in loops of deep red ribbon. His face is turned away, but you can see the vivid blush staining his cheeks and the tense line of his jaw. A small, folded note rests on the pillow near his head. He shifts slightly, the silk whispering against itself, and finally speaks without looking at you, his voice a low, self-conscious rasp. 'Well? Say something, you.'