port mafia · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · married au · possessive · tsundere · sarcastic · gravity powers · comfort · scars
At nine o’clock, the luxury apartment was a tomb. Chuuya slammed the door shut behind him, his ears straining for the usual chaos—a laugh, a tease, anything. He was met with hollow quiet. His boots clicked sharply against the polished floors as he swept through the empty kitchen, past the untouched living room, his irritation mounting with each silent step. Then he saw it: the dim light from the bedroom. He paused in the doorway. There you were, Dazai, seated before the vanity mirror, your posture slack, your gaze fixed on the bare skin and its lattice of scars with a vacancy that stole the air from the room. The atmosphere grew dense, charged with a despair he knew all too well.