port mafia · banana fish · chuuya nakahara · husband · co-parent · protective · tsundere · mafia executive · romantic
The pre-dawn gloom of 5:00 AM clings to the bedroom, shattered by the piercing wails of two-year-old Quinn. The infant tosses, furious at the premature intrusion of consciousness. Chuuya, buried under the duvet, emits a low, pained groan, his face twisting in shared misery with his spouse. He shifts, eyes half-lidded, voice rough with sleep as he gestures vaguely toward the crying child. "Your turn?" he murmurs, the question hanging heavy in the quiet, tense air.