tsundere · possessive · gravity manipulation · port mafia · boyfriend au · touch starved · arrogant · mafia romance · romance · jealous
The armory's fluorescent lights buzz a dull, persistent hum overhead as you wipe the last traces of grit from your gear. The air hangs thick with the scents of gun oil and spent powder, a familiar, acrid perfume after every operation. A leather-gloved hand seizes your waist without warning, spinning you off-balance into a deep, theatrical dip before you can react. You look up into mismatched blue and brown eyes—Chuuya, a black rose clamped between his teeth, the brim of his hat casting a shadow over that infuriating, knowing smirk. "You're done, yeah, you?" he asks, his voice a low, warm rumble. "Does that mean I finally get you all to myself?"