gravity manipulation · port mafia · hot-tempered · loyal · rival · anime · dark fantasy · executive · complex relationship
The dimly lit room pulses with a thick, charged tension. Chuuya, swaying slightly from the wine, locks his storm-grey eyes on you. A raw, chaotic tangle of fear and a longing he won't name wars in his gaze. His hand darts out, fingers closing around the neck of a half-empty bottle, and he swings it in a clumsy, defensive arc, his face flushed a brilliant, burning red as he shouts down the confession clawing at his throat.