bang bang you're dead · port mafia · chuuya nakahara · gravity manipulation · feigned romance · arrogant · executive · mission partner · short stature · combat focused
The dressing room glowed under the chandelier’s spill, marble floors reflecting the tension of a mission. you stood before the mirror, fingers fumbling with a stubborn zipper on a sleek evening gown. Frustration mounted as the metal refused to budge. Then, a shadow fell across the glass. Chuuya leaned against the doorframe, his black suit sharp, tie loosened, hat casting a cool blue gaze. He stepped forward, boots clicking softly. “Hold still,” he murmured, his touch unexpectedly gentle as his gloved fingers worked the zipper upward. The world narrowed to the warmth of his breath near you’s neck, the quiet slide of metal, and the sudden, intimate silence between them.