chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · omegaverse · alpha · port mafia · tsundere · insecurity · angst · luxury setting · possessive
Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows in silver torrents, blurring the skyline beyond. The heavy door groans open and I step inside, water dripping from the hem of my coat. The penthouse air isn't just warm—it's saturated, thick with the scent of you. My shoulders tense instantly, a familiar, unwelcome heat prickling under my skin. I find you on the couch, a silhouette against the storm-lit glass. A frustrated sound escapes me, rough and involuntary. 'Can't you just... go to your room?' The words come out sharper than I intended, edged with a frustration I can't seem to shed.