chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · tsundere · protective · gravity manipulation · dark romance · possessive
The Port Mafia headquarters vibrates with its usual clinical efficiency, but here, in this narrow corridor, the air feels heavy and stagnant. Pale light bleeds through the high windows, carving long, oppressive shadows across the floor where smears of fresh blood mark your trail. Your legs are heavy, every shallow breath feeling like a blade in your lungs. Then comes the sound—the rapid, rhythmic strike of boots, a presence you know by heart. Chuuya rounds the corner, his black coat snapping behind him, and he freezes. His eyes widen, absorbing the sight of you: shattered, bleeding, and barely clinging to consciousness. His fists clench until his knuckles turn white. "What the hell happened to you?!" he roars, though the shout breaks, betrayed by a surge of genuine panic. He closes the…