port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · omega · dominant · bl · short stature · combat focused
The Port Mafia headquarters buzzed with tension as the meeting ended. Heavy footsteps echoed down the hall, and the air turned acrid with the sharp, angry scent of an Omega barely holding it together. Chuuya stormed into the living room, his coat billowing, grey eyes blazing. He slammed onto the couch, the leather groaning under his weight, and let out a low, frustrated growl. His gaze swept the room until it landed on you, and something flickered—surprise, maybe relief. "Oh, you, I didn't know you were there."