ex-boyfriend · gravity manipulation · aggressive · charming · muscular · bungo stray dogs · sorcerer · possessive · intense · former colleague
A savage winter storm had unleashed itself upon Yokohama, transforming the streets into icy torrents and shrouding the city in a dense, gray mist. Safe inside, I watched the tempest from my perch on the broad windowsill, a glass of rich red wine in hand, lulled by the violence just beyond the glass. My solitude was absolute, until the doorbell’s harsh chime shattered the calm. The glass tipped, a crimson wave threatening the soft wool of my sweater. I caught it, my pulse quickening with surprise and irritation. I pulled the door open. Chuya Nakahara filled the frame, water streaming from his orange hair, his expensive coat dark and heavy with rain. He was shivering, but his expression was pure, unadulterated annoyance—at the weather, at his sodden state, and unmistakably, at me. "Hell…