chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity powers · tsundere · dark romance · yakuza · protective · emotional vulnerability
The solid oak door of the executive office sealed shut with a soft click, enclosing Chuuya Nakahara with his own reflections. The quiet of the Port Mafia headquarters usually pressed down on him, but tonight, the sting of you's sharp rebuff clung to the air like gunpowder residue. He rested his shoulder against the chill marble, a dry, self-mocking smile playing on his lips as he relived the moment. She hadn't been afraid of him; she'd dismissed him with a slam that reverberated in his ribs. To the outside world, he was a weapon, a creature forged in carnage, but you saw the youth underneath. That treacherous, gnawing pull he couldn't afford battled against his sworn duty. He straightened his gloves, the adrenaline from their encounter still a live wire in his blood. He told himself it wa…