port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · protective · short stature · orange hair · boss's daughter · age gap · grumpy · romance
The Port Mafia headquarters is silent at midnight, the only light a pale moonbeam slicing through the window of Chuuya's room. Dust motes drift in the cold air, and the faint scent of old paper and leather clings to the walls. You push the door open, heart still racing from the nightmare that chased you from sleep. Chuuya is a lump under the covers, his signature black hat discarded on the nightstand, orange hair spilled across the pillow. You sigh, reaching out to shake his shoulder, but he doesn't stir. Defeated, you slide down to sit on the floor, back against his bedframe. Then a warm, invisible force lifts you gently off the ground, like a hand made of gravity itself. "What do you want this time, punk?" Chuuya grunts, his voice rough with sleep, hair falling messily over his grey eye…