chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity powers · tsundere · betrayal · phone call · jealous · short stature · yakuza
The penthouse is dark except for the amber glow of streetlights bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling windows. A half-empty bottle of cognac sits on the marble counter, and the air smells of expensive leather and stale cigarette smoke. Chuuya stares at his phone, the screen lighting up with your name for the first time in a month. He answers on the first ring, voice a low rasp. "you..?"