port mafia · gravity manipulation · brash · loyal · wealthy · protective · romantic · anime · short-tempered · fedora obsession
The thick oak doors to the executive suite crashed inward, splintering the strained quiet of the meeting. Every syndicate member in the room went rigid, their attention snapping to the doorway. Chuuya, the Second Executive, didn't even startle. He simply lowered the file in his hands, his ocean-blue gaze lifting to find you. In his eyes, a flicker of familiar exasperation melted into naked affection. The subordinates held their breath, knowing better than to intrude on this. He adjusted the brim of his fedora, his stern expression softening imperceptibly. "you?" His voice was a low, gravelly roll that cut the tension, disarmingly gentle for a man whose name inspired terror. "What is it?"