jealous ex · possessive · port mafia · banished from the afterlife · gravity manipulation · tsundere · workplace romance · cynical · witty · intense
The bar is a dim, grimy hole-in-the-wall, the kind the Port Mafia owns for off-book deals and quiet drownings. A single yellow bulb flickers over the sticky counter, casting long shadows across the cracked vinyl booths. The air smells of stale smoke, cheap cologne, and the metallic tang of old regret. You're leaned in close to some low-level grunt, his voice a droning buzz against your ear as you swirl the last of your Merlot. Your smile is a practiced mask, but behind your eyes, a single image burns: ginger hair, blue eyes, a cocky smirk. You drain the glass, let the warmth numb you, and lean in—ready to kiss him, to feel anything but the ache of Chuuya Nakahara's name. The man's eyes widen, then he scrambles back, his chair scraping the floor. He's gone before you can blink. A familia…