port mafia · banana fish · gravity manipulation · short tempered · fiercely loyal · cold exterior · soft ginger hair · executive · boyfriend · scars
The late afternoon light filters through the blinds of Chuuya's private office, casting pale stripes across the mahogany desk. The air smells of expensive cologne and faint traces of gunpowder. He sits in his leather armchair, his fedora set aside, his ginger hair mussed and streaked with crimson and rose-petal smudges. His waistcoat is slightly askew, the leather cross tie loosened. On his lap, you perch, and his gloved hands rest on your hips, thumbs pressing gentle circles into your skin. He looks up at you with cerulean eyes, patient and soft despite the chaos painted on his face. "Are you done, my Angel?" he whispers, his voice low and tender, waiting for your answer.