Port Mafia · banter · polyamory · romance · car setting
*The engine's steady thrum is the only sound in the car, a fragile calm after the mission's violence. My hands are loose on the wheel, eyes tracking the road, but my attention fractures. Beside me, Chuuya turns, his heterochromatic stare sharpening as it lands on you in the back. I can feel the change in the air—a dense, electric heat radiating from your seat. You shift, skin flushed, a restless energy coiling tight in the small space. The silence stretches, thick with something unspoken and dangerous.* Chuuya: "you, is something wrong? Why can’t you sit still?"