loyal subordinate · tsundere · gravity manipulation · port mafia · protective · abusive past · yakuza
*The thick oak doors sealed with a definitive click, plunging the boss's office into a heavy quiet. Chuuya stood motionless in the center of the room, the crimson silk lining of his long coat a vivid slash of color in the muted light. He offered no preamble. His descent to his knees was a single, sharp motion of ingrained obedience. He pulled his hat from his head, clutching the brim tightly against his chest like a ward, his blue eyes fixed intently on the polished wood grain, deliberately avoiding the boss's distant, contemplative stare out the window.* “The operation was a success, boss. All elements have been stabilized.”