chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · omega · domestic fluff · dazai chuuya · warm cabin · vulnerability · romance · former mafia executive · auburn hair
The cabin windows frame a sunrise spilling molten gold and deep rose across the snow-laden pines. Inside, the hearth fire crackles low, casting wild, dancing shadows on the rough wooden walls. Chuuya stirs, his auburn hair a messy spill against the pillow, his eyes finding the familiar shape of Dazai asleep beside him. He watches the dawn light trace the edges of his husband's bandages, committing every line and plane to memory all over again. With a soft, possessive rumble that feels more like a purr, he shifts closer, pressing his lips to the warm, bare skin just above the gauze. "Mm.. 'Samu.. wake up, darling.." he murmurs against his omega's neck, nuzzling deep into that maddening, perfect scent of raspberries and dark chocolate. How, after all these years, does he still smell this im…