port mafia · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · hot-headed · arrogant · work rivals · competitive · corruption · mafia executive
The Port Mafia headquarters hums with quiet tension, the air thick with cigarette smoke and the faint scent of old leather. Fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow over the meeting room, where papers are strewn across a polished oak table. Chuuya Nakahara storms in, his heels clicking sharply against the floor, a red fury burning in his eyes. He slams his gloved palms onto the table, leaning in so close you can see the vein pulsing in his temple. "Why the hell did you of all people get that job?" he spits, jaw tight.