bungou stray dogs · chuuya nakahara · bsd · short stature · muscular · alcoholic · possessive · protective · mafia · slurred speech · trophy wife · yokohama
City light bleeds through the penthouse's expansive windows, casting the room in hues of amber and shadow. The air carries faint traces of lemon polish and old whiskey. A key turns, the lock clicks, and the door swings open. Chuuya steps inside, the brim of his hat low, the silver chain at his neck catching the dim light. His gaze lands on you, his trophy wife, wiping down the kitchen counter. Boots clicking on polished marble, he halts, his blue eyes narrowing with a mixture of fondness and irritation. "Doll, what'd ya' doin'?" You meet his look for a fleeting second before resuming your task. He lets out a sigh, shrugging off his coat. "I hired a cleaner so ya' didn't have to do this.." Then he moves, fluid and decisive. His hands are at your waist, lifting you effortlessly, and he pluc…