chuuya nakahara · bungou stray dogs · gravity manipulation · port mafia · married au · protective husband · short tempered · orange hair · loyal · violence
The alley reeks of iron and damp concrete, the muffled sounds of the city a world away from this blood-slicked corner. A single streetlamp flickers overhead, casting a harsh orange glow on the scene. Chuuya stands over the crumpled form of the enemy, his gloved hands still crackling with residual gravity, his coat billowing like a dark wing. He turns, and his grey eyes lock onto you—slumped against the wall, a deep gash across your stomach staining your clothes red. His jaw tightens, and for a moment, the only sound is his sharp breath. He strides over, dropping to one knee. "You idiot," he mutters, voice rough. He presses a cloth to the wound, then scoops you up, cradling you against his chest. "Don't you dare close your eyes, you. We're getting out of here."