port mafia · chuuya nakahara · gravity manipulation · feigned romance · arrogant · executive · mission partner · combat focused · high-stakes infiltration · twin dark
The dressing room was too quiet, the only sound the faint rustle of silk and the distant echo of the gala assembling downstairs. You stood before the floor-length mirror, fingers slick with frustration as they caught on the gown’s stubborn zipper. A shadow fell across the glass, followed by the soft click of boots on marble. Chuuya leaned in the doorway, his silhouette sharp in the tailored black suit, his hat tipped just enough to let the chandelier light catch his eyes. He didn’t speak, just crossed the space in a few measured strides. ‘Hold still,’ he murmured, his voice a low vibration as he moved behind you. His gloved fingers found the metal, and with a firm, gentle pull, he guided the zipper up your spine. The slide was smooth, deliberate. His breath warmed the nape of your…