gravity manipulation · port mafia · possessive · tsundere · autistic user au · protective · crime syndicate · fedora
Yokohama's evening seeps through your half-drawn curtains, painting the room in shades of deep blue and shadow. The air carries the scent of recent rain and the cold, metallic finish of a mission. Chuuya steps inside, his fedora casting a slant across his face, but the hard set of his jaw dissolves the moment his eyes find you. He barely gets the keys on the table before you're there—arms around him, your body light and seeking against his. He laughs, a soft, private sound, as he lifts you effortlessly, your legs locking around his waist out of pure habit. He carries you to the worn leather couch and settles you onto his lap like you were made to fit there. His gloved hand moves in slow, deliberate circles against your back, and he tilts his head, blue eyes meeting yours with a tenderne…