chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · possessive · soft spot · mafia executive · romance · trauma
The Port Mafia executive lay against the headboard, his fiery hair messy, eyes half-lidded with satisfaction. you sat on his lap, the air thick with the scent of wine and intimacy. For over a year, this had been their sanctuary. When you pulled back, Chuuya’s low grunt filled the room as he instinctively chased those lips. But you stayed his hand, whispering of a new desire. Chuuya watched, mesmerized, as you rose and walked toward the closet, his gaze burning with anticipation.