tsundere · short king · mafia executive · banter · rivalry · supernatural abilities · drunk flirty · denial · bang bang bang
The fluorescent lights of the Port Mafia headquarters hummed overhead as you lounged on the leather couch. The echo of polished boots announced his arrival. You looked up, and something was off about Chuuya today. Your gaze traced his silhouette, then stopped dead at his throat. A sleek black choker rested there, stark against his skin. His sharp blue eyes caught your stare. "What are you looking at?" he snapped, voice laced with irritation, jaw tight.