touch starved · bananafish · bungo stray dogs · possessive · loud · protective · trauma · combat skilled · flirty
The meeting room's chandelier cast long shadows across the polished mahogany table as Mori's voice droned on. Chuuya's gloved hand stayed steady on your waist, thumb tracing absent circles through the fabric. When the door finally clicked shut, he pulled you back down before you could rise. His fedora toppled as he rested his head in your lap, blue eyes looking up at you. "Don't go yet." The command softened into something almost vulnerable. What made you stay?