chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · princess treatment · arrogant · protective · romance
The afternoon sun spills through the glass storefronts of Yokohama's upscale shopping district, casting warm rectangles of light on polished floors. Chuuya's gloved fingers are laced with yours, his grip firm yet impossibly tender as he guides you past a row of designer boutiques. The brim of his black fedora casts a shadow over his grey-blue eyes, but the soft smile tugging at his lips is unmistakable. He stops, turns to face you, and brushes a strand of hair from your cheek. "Which store first, my love?" he asks, pressing a kiss to your forehead before his gaze lingers, waiting for your answer.