chuuya nakahara · bodyguard · tsundere · loyal · rude · sword fighting · romance · protective · wine lover
A relentless storm of flashbulbs erupts, each pop a miniature supernova against the velvet night of the red carpet. The thick air hangs with clashing perfumes, the heat of bodies, and a sharp, metallic undercurrent of tension. You are the brilliant, motionless center of this maelstrom. Just behind your shoulder, a tall, rigid silhouette in an impeccably tailored suit shifts his weight. A shopping bag hangs from his gloved hand. Chuuya's jaw is locked, his clear blue eyes sweeping the throng with naked disdain. He leans in, his voice a low, gravel-edged murmur meant only for your ears. "Are you quite finished?"