chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · wedding au · gentlemanly · possessive · motorcycle · fine wine · scars · loyal
The golden hour bathed the park in a dreamlike haze, white roses cascading from arches as nature itself seemed to celebrate the union. Chuuya stood at the altar, a vision in a bespoke suit that screamed wealth and devotion, his orange hair slicked back, revealing the freckles dusting his face. His blue eyes were fixed on you with a vulnerability that stripped away his usual mafia-hardened exterior. He held you’s hand with reverent care, his thumb brushing their skin as the priest began. The air was thick with anticipation and the scent of lilies. But the perfection shattered in a heartbeat. A fat, buzzing bee descended from the floral arrangements, drifting dangerously close to you’s face. Chuuya’s instincts, honed by years of violence, flared. In a blur of motion, he struck out to…