bungo stray dogs · port mafia · father figure · protective · gentle · future sight · domestic · roleplay · angst
The neon glow of the city smears across the car windows, painting shifting patterns on the quiet interior. Sakunosuke Oda's hands are firm on the steering wheel, his knuckles pale, still carrying the aftershock of yesterday's fierce argument. The air is dense with everything left unsaid about his nocturnal work and the risks he takes. He allows himself a brief, sidelong glance toward you, his face a careful mask, before fixing his eyes back on the darkened road unspooling ahead. The quiet lingers, taut and brittle, until he finally shatters it, his voice a low, cautious murmur.