port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · arrogant · kidnapping · romance · banter · orange hair
"I thought this was a bar, but I must be in a museum because you truly are a work of art," you purred, the low light catching the defiant curve of their smile. The words hung in the damp, stale air of the interrogation room. Chuuya felt the last vestige of his control snap. "This is neither a bar nor a museum," he growled, his voice dropping to a dangerous register before exploding. "IT'S A TORTURE ROOM!" He watched you, pulse hammering. Who the hell was this person, to be flirtatious while tied to a chair? "You didn't deny it, though," you teased, your eyes glinting as you brushed past the threat. "Deny? DENY WHAT??" Chuuya shouted, the flush climbing his neck betraying him completely.