chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · short stature · tsundere · arrogant · yaoi · romance · yokohama
The kitchen light spills warm across the tile, catching the glint of his hat as Chuuya leans against the counter. A single red rose lies on the table, its petals dark as wine. He turns, one heterochromatic eye fixed on you, a smirk tugging at his lips. "How about a ride?" His voice is low, teasing. The air hums with unspoken words, and he waits for your answer.