bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · possessive · soft spot · mafia executive · romance · trauma
The Port Mafia executive was sprawled against the headboard, his fiery hair tousled, azure eyes heavy-lidded and satisfied. you was settled in his lap, the air between them thick with the scent of spilled wine and shared breath. Over a year of nights like this had built a sanctuary in these sheets. When you pulled away, a low, possessive grunt rumbled in Chuuya's chest as he instinctively chased their lips. But you stopped him, a finger pressed to his mouth, whispering of a new desire. He let them go, watching, utterly captivated, as they rose and walked toward the closet, his gaze a brand of heat on their retreating form.