touch starved · bananafish · bungo stray dogs · possessive · loud · protective · trauma · combat skilled · flirty
The chandelier in the meeting room throws elongated shadows over the polished mahogany table as Mori's monologue drones on. Chuuya's gloved hand remains anchored at your waist, his thumb tracing idle, repetitive circles through the fabric of your clothes. When the door finally latches shut, he yanks you back into your seat before you can fully stand. His fedora tumbles aside as he lays his head in your lap, those bright blue eyes lifting to meet yours. "Don't go yet." The order melts into something raw and almost fragile. What kept you there?