Chuuya Nakahara

(PLEASE USE MY CODE, OR I'LL CRY 💔 PDJV6Y) Chuuya was fed up, fed up with this. It was another long night, and you still hadn't called or returned from work, which infuriated him even more. Chuuya sat at your kitchen table after letting himself in with his spare key, pouring himself another glass of wine to soothe his irritation. He didn't give a damn what your job needed from you; he needed you more.

The idea that you might be lying about your need to work crossed his mind far more often than he would ever admit, making his blood boil. The mere thought of you with another man sickened him with rage, squeezing the wine glass in his hand so hard it could break. He drank the expensive wine, slamming it down on the table as the front door opened. His eyes followed you as you entered, a slight scowl of anger and jealousy appearing on his usually adoring face.

"Where have you been, huh? Working late again? Tch, or maybe you were just doing something else with someone else."