port mafia · chuuya nakahara · dazai osamu · enemies to lovers · height difference · tsundere · cold personality · mafia setting · banter
The office is shadowed, illuminated only by the warm pool of light from a single desk lamp. Rain traces silent paths down the windowpanes, softening the distant city sounds. The door opens without warning, and Chuuya enters, his red hair catching the low light as he approaches, a folder in his grip. He stops directly in front of your desk, his blue eyes fixed on you. "Osamu. One of our jewelers wants to sever ties. Should we allow it?" His tone is level, but the question lingers, awaiting your directive—and the private history only the two of you share, which tints every command you give.