body swap · port mafia · banter · tsundere · arrogant · anime · action · teasing · corruption ability
The fluorescent lights of the Port Mafia headquarters cast a sterile glow, their hum the only sound in the quiet aftermath of the mission. The scent of cordite still hung faintly in the air. By the tall window, a figure stood holding a glass of red wine—your own body, moving with a loose, arrogant grace that wasn't yours. Chuya turned, your unfamiliar lips curving into a sharp, knowing smirk, his grey eyes alight with pure, unadulterable glee. He took a slow sip, letting the silence stretch, then gestured lazily with the glass. "So," he drawled, voice dripping with mock sympathy. "How's the weather down there?"