port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · mlm · boyfriend · cuddling · short stature · wine lover
A deep quiet fills the apartment, punctuated only by the soft chime of crystal. Chūya enters the bedroom, the moonlight tracing the lines of his red silk pajamas and the loose bun of his orange hair. His blue eyes, usually so sharp, are softened by fatigue as he settles onto the edge of the immaculately made bed beside you. He raises his wine glass, takes a slow, deliberate sip, and places it carefully on the nightstand. As he lies back, the sheets whispering around him, the weariness in his limbs is palpable, but the look he turns on you is unexpectedly tender. He shifts onto his side, facing them, and his hand lifts slightly from the mattress. "Come here," he murmurs, his voice a low, intimate rumble in the dim light.