chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · beast au · arrogant · short stature · red wine lover · martial artist · tsundere
The office is a cavern of shadows and stale wine, the only light a single desk lamp that spills amber across a chaos of papers. A half-empty glass of red stains the wood like a wound. Outside, the city hums with its usual nocturnal menace, but inside the Port Mafia headquarters, the silence is thick as blood. Chuuya Nakahara steps through the door, his fedora casting a sharp shadow over his grey eyes, coat flaring behind him. He stops short, taking in the scene: you, slumped over the desk, the reek of alcohol clinging to the air like a second skin. His jaw tightens, but before he can voice his irritation, you order him to kneel. He bristles, a flash of fury in his gaze. "The hell? What kind of joke is that, boss?!" But you don't relent, and with a sharp pull, you force him down, his knees…