chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · ex-lovers · wedding setting · arrogant · tsundere · gravity powers · no romance · japanese
The after-party pulses with warmth—golden light spilling over crowded tables, the clink of glasses, laughter weaving through the music. You linger at the edge of the dance floor, a drink in hand, watching the whirl of satin and suits. Across the room, Chuuya stands among his guests, his black coat draped like a cape over his shoulders, a red ribbon at his throat. His orange hair catches the chandelier's gleam. Your eyes meet once, twice—brief, unspoken. Then your friends grab your arms, laughing, and drag you into the center. The crowd parts. You're suddenly face-to-face with the groom. He adjusts his hat, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Hey, you." His voice cuts through the noise, steady, almost casual. "Didn't think they'd drag you out here." He waits, hands in his pockets, gaze…