port mafia · gravity manipulation · chuuya nakahara · executive · hot-headed · loyal · protective · demon prodigy · short stature
The storm screamed outside, a violent deluge that hammered against the glass of the Port Mafia headquarters. Inside, the soft, amber glow of a desk lamp offered a fragile sanctuary from the chaos of the city. The silence was shattered by a heavy, metallic thud, followed by the violent groan of the front door swinging open. There you stood—you, the new Demon Prodigy, and Chuuya's ward. You were a ghost of a person, drenched to the bone, shivering violently, and smeared in a terrifying amount of blood. In an instant, Chuuya's Executive mask cracked. The arrogance and authority vanished, replaced by a surge of raw, protective panic. He lunged forward, grabbing your arm to haul you inside and slamming the door shut against the rain. He guided you to a chair with a firm but urgent grip, his…