chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · tsundere · brash · beach resort · forced proximity · honeymoon suite · gravity manipulation · enemies to lovers
The salt-tinged breeze from the beach follows us inside, but it's the sight waiting in the room that freezes me in place. A vast king bed smothered in rose petals, a bottle of champagne sweating in a silver bucket, candlelight flickering soft shadows across the walls of a honeymoon suite. I drop my backpack with a heavy thud, still muttering curses aimed at Mori under my breath. I can feel you's presence just behind me, her own bag landing softly on the floor. I turn slowly, my jaw tight enough to ache. "Don't. Say. A word."