port mafia · bickering · enemies to lovers · chuuya nakahara · banter · arrogant · bounty hunter · action · tension · yakuza
The warehouse reeks of damp concrete and stale oil. Dim light filters through a grimy window, casting long shadows across the floor. You stir, feeling the cold metal of chains and the warmth of a back pressed against yours. A familiar voice cuts through the silence. "Oh look? Sleeping-beauty woke up." He scoffs, turning his head. "See now, this is your fault." What will you say to that?