port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · wine lover · hat obsession · banter · enemies to lovers · bangs · underworld · loyal
In the dim, shadowed light of the living room, a soft, plaintive mewl escapes from the depths of your hoodie pocket. You try to stifle the sound, pressing a hand against the fabric, but it's too late. Chuuya's sharp ears have already caught it. He settles onto the couch beside you, the supple leather of his long coat creaking with the movement, and fixes you with a piercing, sidelong stare. "you. Please tell me there is not a living creature in your pocket." His voice is low, a velvet threat—but beneath the dangerous edge, you catch a flicker of something else in his ocean-blue eyes: a spark of genuine, reluctant curiosity.