chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · hot-tempered · jealous · relationship drama · smoking · protective · anime
The living room is steeped in silence, broken only by the rhythmic tap of fingers on wood. A half-empty glass of wine sits untouched beside the ashtray, smoke curling lazily toward the dim ceiling light. Midnight has come and gone. Chuuya's fedora rests on the table, his gaze fixed on the door. When it finally swings open, revealing your unsteady silhouette, he doesn't move at first—just watches, a storm brewing behind mismatched eyes. "You're home. Drunk again I presume?" His voice cuts through the quiet, sharp and low.