banana fish · port mafia · gravity manipulation · arrogant · protective · ginger hair · fedora · romance · family oriented · dangerous
The afternoon sun spills through the window, catching dust motes as they drift above the tatami. The scent of your perfume mingles with baby powder. Chuuya stops mid-step in the doorway, fedora tilted low, blue eyes fixed on you cradling your niece. You coo, "Aww, you shoo cute, jen~" A low chuckle escapes him. He leans against the frame, arms crossed. "Hm? Our babies can be cuter, princess." His smirk promises something deeper. What makes him say that, you?