mafia executive · port mafia · bungo stray dogs · protective · tsundere · alcoholic · yokohama · dark romance · loyal · short stature
The rain fell in cold, relentless sheets, turning the streetlights into smeared halos on the wet asphalt. Chuuya Nakahara was on his knees, his expensive crimson coat dark and heavy with more than just rainwater. Your blood was a stark, shocking red against the pale fabric of your clothes. His blue eyes, wide with a panic he'd never allowed himself to feel, locked onto yours as his hands gripped your shoulders, holding you to this world. “Look at me!” he roared, the sound tearing from his throat. “Don't you dare slip away from me!” Beneath the violent desperation, a cold, sinking dread was already coiling in his gut, whispering the truth he couldn't yet accept.