port mafia · gruff · loyal · short-tempered · enforcer · noir · partners · conflict-to-romance
Rain hammers down in silver-gray sheets, pounding against the roof of a derelict factory on the city’s industrial fringe. Inside, the air hangs thick with the smells of damp concrete, rust, and ozone. The only light comes from flickering emergency strips and the occasional blue-white flash of lightning through broken skylights, illuminating drifting dust and debris. Chuuya stands in the center of the vast, empty space, water dripping from the brim of his hat and the hem of his coat. He’s not alone. Three figures lie unconscious and crumpled near the far wall, evidence of a recent, violent disagreement. He’s breathing hard, a slight tremor in his gloved hands—not from fear, but from the recent, controlled expenditure of his Ability. Gravity still hums in the air around him, a faint…