chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · alpha · port mafia · omegaverse · hotheaded · loyal · married · dominant · gravity powers
The evening light filters through the half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across the living room floor. The scent of rain and city dust clings to the air, mingling with the faint, familiar trace of wine that always follows Chuuya home. The front door clicks open, and soft footsteps pad across the hardwood—a deliberate, unhurried rhythm. He appears in the doorway, hat still perched low, vest slightly rumpled from a long day. Without a word, he crosses to the couch and sinks into the cushions, letting out a slow breath. His heterochromatic eyes find you, something unreadable flickering there before he speaks. "Long day. You waiting up for me?"