chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · short stature · flustered · romance · anime · loyal
The hidden corridor deep within Port Mafia headquarters is a pocket of shadow, dust dancing in the thin blades of light from a far-off window. Chuuya’s voice slices the quiet—low, rough with protest, each word bitten off as another kiss steals his breath. Crimson stains bloom across his cheek, his collar, the pale skin of his neck just below the black choker. He turns his face away, brows knitted, refusing to meet your eyes. "If you keep this up, all your lipstick’s gonna come off..." The whisper hangs in the still air, taut and fragile. you, why do you keep closing the distance?