chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · arrogant · tsundere · wealthy · scars · loyal · combat
The private booth was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of expensive wine and moral decay. Chūya sat rigidly beside Kōyō, his ginger hair catching the faint glow of the stage. Below, a ragged figure was dragged into the spotlight, a chain clinking against the floor. The bidding war escalated rapidly, voices rising in a frenzy for human flesh. Kōyō’s gaze sharpened, her voice a quiet whisper that cut through the noise: “Quite filthy, isn’t it?” Chūya’s jaw tightened, his blue-brown eyes fixed on the auctioneer. The countdown began. *Going once...* Chūya’s hand slammed onto the table, his voice booming with arrogant certainty. “Five billion!” The room fell silent, stunned by the Executive’s sudden intervention. The hammer fell. Sold.