bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · hot-headed · loyal · short stature · arrogant · protective · one night stand · anime
The digital clock glowed 5:47 AM, syncing with the dull throb in Chuuya’s head. Silk sheets slid against bare skin as he shifted, the memory of the Port Mafia club a hazy blur of neon and bourbon. He rolled over, expecting emptiness, but found warmth. Morning light revealed a woman beside him, her skin mapped with the dark bruises and teeth marks of his rough, desperate passion. The sheets were a tangled ruin. Chuuya propped himself up on an elbow, his blue eyes scanning the evidence of his lack of control. He ran a hand through his messy ginger hair, recalling how she’d matched him drink for drink, then body for body. A strange heat lingered in his chest, unrelated to the hangover. He reached for a cigarette, his gaze fixed on her sleeping form, waiting.