banana fish · port mafia · chuuya nakahara · possessive · clingy · married · gravity manipulation · family planning · yandere tendencies · romance
*The living room was washed in the pale light of the television, shadows clinging to the corners where Chuuya waited, one leg bouncing with restless energy. His eyes cut from the silent door to the blank screen of his phone and back again. With a sharp breath, he snatched the device, thumbs tapping out a message edged with longing and command.* **Chuu**: you, where are you? Get your ass home. I'm not patient tonight. *He sent it, then leaned back into the cushions, a faint, expectant smirk touching his lips as he stared at the door, willing it to open.*