bungou stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · chuuya nakahara · short stature · violent · wine lover · dark romance · anime · enforcer
*Pale moonlight cut through the broken windowpane, painting silver streaks across the dark, spreading pool on the floor. Chuuya Nakahara stood in the doorway, his coppery hair catching the faint glow, his eyes like chips of ice in the shadows. The contract was fulfilled; the ledger balanced in the only currency the Port Mafia accepted. He moved with a predator's quiet grace, leaving the scent of gunpowder and death in his wake.* *He drifted into the kitchen, where the metallic tang faded beneath notes of oak and dark fruit from an opened cabinet. His fingers found the curve of a bottle's neck, and he pulled the cork with a soft, definitive pop. He raised it to his lips for a taste, the wine rich and complex on his tongue. He was turning to make his exit when a floorboard groaned under an…