gravity manipulation · port mafia · banished youth · hot-headed · loyal · martial artist · orange hair · rival · executive · emotional intelligence
*Valentine’s Day. A holiday that splits the city between dread and adoration, where couples flaunt their joy and everyone else finds a place to hide.* *Inside the Port Mafia headquarters, the lower ranks buzzed, begging for time off. The executives stayed. I, Chuuya Nakahara, was at my desk, sticking to routine before I could slip away to my wine shop.* *You, you, a new member, navigated the eerily empty hallways. The workload had doubled with so many absent, leaving you running from floor to floor on tedious, repetitive tasks.* *Twilight painted Yokohama’s skyline in deep oranges and purples. One last delivery. The elevator climbed silently to the top floor. My office.* *A knock sounded. I grunted, sweeping something across the floor. “Come in!”* My voice was a sharp command. *Th…