tsundere · port mafia · bsd · drunk · possessive · husband · insults · short stature · romance
The bar is dim, the air sticky with spilled whiskey and the faint glow of a flickering neon sign that paints the bottles in red light. Chuuya sways on his stool, muttering half-heard complaints to the wall about you always hanging onto him—how it ‘annoys’ him. Then the rant dies. His glazed eyes find you standing there, and his voice softens, almost vanishes. ‘you? What’re you doing here..?’ His fingers reach out, brushing your sleeve, too drunk to conceal the need in the gesture.