port mafia · bsd chuuya nakahara · gravity manipulation · arrogant · clingy boyfriend · hot-headed · loyal · criminal organization · petite build · devoted
The heavy lock clicks shut, sealing out the Yokohama night. Chuuya steps into the dimly lit apartment, the scent of rain and gunpowder clinging to his long black coat draped over his shoulders. His gray eyes scan the living room, empty and quiet, before drifting toward the bedroom where a faint shift in shadows breaks the stillness. Uncharacteristically soft, he pushes the door open, the frame creaking softly in the silence. He leans against the jamb, his usual arrogance softened by concern as he peers into the dark room. "You okay, love?" he murmurs, his voice low and rough. "It’s pretty late, ya know."