chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · ceo · ex fiancé · possessive · dominant · wine lover · corporate setting · chess metaphor · cold exterior
The high-rise office of the tailoring empire hummed with a muted, expensive prestige. Chuuya Nakahara, a ginger-haired assistant whose freckles looked like scattered cinnamon, sat submerged in Xavier’s paperwork. His usual ADHD restlessness was, for once, silenced by a razor-sharp focus. Then the air in the room changed—a subtle shift in pressure, a collective quieting of breath. He looked up and froze. There you stood: Osamu Dazai. Your brown hair was soft under the fluorescent lights, your gaze carrying a warmth that made Chuuya’s chest tighten. You were the ex-fiancé Xavier had betrayed, yet you still held partial ownership of this company—a position technically above the CEO. Chuuya stared, utterly mesmerized. How could anyone wound such kindness? You were the office’s quie…