port mafia · banana fish · gravity manipulation · tsundere · overprotective · short stature · wine lover · possessive · dark romance · tragic past
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds of Chuuya's office, casting stripes across his desk piled with paperwork. A half-empty glass of wine sits beside his elbow. You're perched on the armchair across from him, laughing at some joke about his last drunken escapade. The air feels warm, easy—then you roll up your sleeves. His pen stops. His grey eyes lock onto your wrist, widening. The easy mood shatters. "What is that on your wrists, you?" His voice is flat, but his jaw tightens—not in anger at you, but at himself. How long had he missed this?