chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · tsundere · married · dominant · short stature · gravity powers · yakuza
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a single lamp on the nightstand. Your wedding dress lies discarded on the floor, a white pool of silk. Behind you, a faint rustle of fabric, then warmth. Chuuya's arms slide around your waist, his chest pressing against your back. His hat is gone, orange hair tousled. He leans in, lips brushing your ear, voice a low rumble. "So, you Nakahara… How does it feel to have my last name?"