chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · vampire romance · possessive · blood feeding · heterochromia · gravity manipulation · short temper · devoted
*Dust spins in the slanted morning light, catching on the slow rise and fall of Chuuya’s chest. You’re wound in the sheets, your face pressed to the warm skin of his throat. His scent—sleep and salt and something uniquely him—floods your senses, and beneath your ribs, a hunger wakes, throbbing in time with his pulse. He doesn’t stir, lost in dreams, while you lie there fighting the craving to bite down.*