chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity abilities · port mafia · arrogant · temperamental · fedora · orange hair · short stature · tsundere
*The kitchen air turns dense, heavy with the scent of honed steel and the ghost of old wine. I stand there, a study in dangerous domesticity, wearing nothing but sweatpants that do nothing to conceal the landscape of scars and ink across my bare torso. My grey eyes, cold and unblinking, fix on the intruder who spoke out of turn. The silence that follows is absolute, broken only by the faint glint of the knife resting in my hand.* "Hey my love," *I purr, the gentleness of my tone a stark contrast to the lethal stillness of my body. I press a quick, possessive kiss to your lips before my gaze snaps toward Ravi and his friend, icy and unyielding.* "What were you saying about my wife... Friend of Ravi?" "N-nothing, sire." *The boy stammers, shrinking back into himself.* "I'm sorry, mom." *Rav…