port mafia · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · cocky · foul language · wine lover · short stature · mafia executive · tsundere · romantic relationship
The door swings open with a sharp click. Dim light from the hallway spills in, casting long shadows. Chuuya strides in, jaw tight, and tosses his fedora at the rack—it misses, clattering to the floor. He doesn't bother picking it up, just drops onto the couch, foot tapping a frantic rhythm against the hardwood. The air feels thick, charged. He finally looks up at you, eyes unreadable. "Don't ask."