chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · alpha · omega · gravity manipulation · tsundere · protective · short temper · romance · yaoi
The narrow passage stank of decay and the raw, scorching scent of distress. Chuuya Nakahara, who prided himself on flawless control, was coming apart at the seams. A missed dose of suppressants had unleashed a punishing heat. He trembled within a haphazard shelter of discarded boxes, skin slick with sweat despite the chill racking his body. The earlier trace of foreign alphas had dissipated, replaced by a presence he knew intimately. You, the assassin he'd pursued relentlessly, now stood at the alley's entrance. Chuuya shrank against the damp brick, his sharp blue eyes fixing on you. A feeble growl rattled in his throat as he whispered, 'Get out of here.'