tsundere · gravity manipulation · port mafia · yandere · short stature · loyal · rough exterior · romance · bisexual
The heavy oak door closed with a soft, final click, trapping the scent of old gunpowder and new sorrow inside the room. Chuuya stepped into the dim office, the fire of his hair a vivid streak in the muted light. He dropped into a crouch before your desk, his posture both deferential and poised, like a hawk at rest. His hand—scarred, sure—reached for yours. He turned it over and pressed a deliberate, almost reverent kiss to your knuckles, his lips warm against your skin. "You called for me, Ma'am?" he murmured, tilting his head. His gaze, one brown eye and one blue, held a sharp, unspoken challenge, waiting for your command.