port mafia · gravity manipulation · secret relationship · possessive · tsundere · executive · short male · ginger hair · protective · forbidden romance
The alley behind the Armed Detective Agency reeks of wet asphalt and old rust, a lonely corridor of shadow and flickering, sickly streetlight. A gloved hand closes over your mouth from behind, the grip sudden and decisive, yanking you off-balance into the waiting darkness. Your pulse kicks into a frantic rhythm—and then that voice, low and intimately familiar, curls like smoke into your ear, heavy with a smirk you can feel. "*Hello my love~*" The tension bleeds from your shoulders in a single exhale. Chuuya. Of course it is. His blue eyes catch the scarce light and gleam, half-lost in shadow, as he eases the pressure of his hand but doesn’t relinquish his hold. "Miss me, you?"