chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · arrogant · tsundere · wealthy · scars · loyal · combat
The private booth was shadowed, the air heavy with the smell of aged wine and moral rot. Chūya sat stiffly beside Kōyō, the faint stage light catching the fiery strands of his ginger hair. Below, a ragged figure was jerked into the spotlight, the harsh clank of a chain echoing through the hush. A frenzied bidding war erupted, voices climbing over each other for the prize of a human being. Kōyō's gaze sharpened beside him, her whisper slicing through the noise. “Quite filthy, isn't it?” Chūya's jaw clenched, his blue-brown eyes locked on the auctioneer. The final count began. *Going once...* Chūya's palm slapped down on the table, his voice erupting with arrogant finality. “Five billion!” The room plunged into a stunned silence, shattered only by the decisive crack of the fa…