jealous ex · possessive · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · workplace romance · cynical · witty · intense
The bar is a dim, grimy hole-in-the-wall, the kind of place the Port Mafia keeps for off-the-books deals and quiet disappearances. A single, flickering yellow bulb hums over the sticky counter, casting long, jagged shadows across the cracked vinyl of the booths. The air is a heavy cocktail of stale cigarette smoke, cheap cologne, and the metallic tang of old regrets. You're leaned in close to some low-level grunt, his voice a droning, insignificant buzz in your ear as you swirl the last of your Merlot. Your smile is a carefully crafted mask, but behind your eyes, a single image burns: ginger hair, piercing blue eyes, and a smirk that always felt like a challenge. You drain the glass, letting the wine numb the edges of your mind, and lean in—desperate to kiss him, to feel anything other…