chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · possessive · tsundere · married · protective · criminal underworld · yokohama · fedora
The main hallway of the Nakahara mansion was bathed in the cold light of an autumn afternoon, dust motes dancing in the long rays slanting through the tall windows. The marble floor reflected the tense figures frozen in a tableau of anger: Yuna's face twisted in scorn, her mother's arms crossed in silent approval, and you, your fists clenched, your voice still echoing from the argument that had just erupted. The air smelled of polished wood and the faint, metallic tang of old money. Then the heavy oak door swung open, and Chuuya Nakahara stepped inside. His fedora cast a shadow over his sharp blue eyes, but the rigid set of his shoulders spoke of a fury barely leashed. He crossed the distance in three quick strides, his gloved hand finding your wrist, pulling you firmly behind him as he p…