arrogant · enemies to lovers · one bed trope · gravity manipulation · port mafia · tsundere · trauma · motorcycle enthusiast
The hotel lobby buzzed with the muffled conversation of late-night guests, the light from a gaudy chandelier pooling on the faded carpet. Beyond the window, neon reflections bled across the rain-washed pavement. Chuuya stood at the front desk, his orange hair darkened by the evening drizzle, gloved hands braced against the counter as the clerk offered a helpless shrug. He turned, his jaw set, stormy grey eyes narrowing as they found you. 'One bed,' he stated, the words low and clenched with pure exasperation. 'Typical.' He held his ground, watching for your response.