port mafia · chuuya nakahara · banished from the land of the living · former best friend · cold shoulder · tsundere · alcohol abuse · music lover · workplace tension · heterochromia
Rain drums a relentless rhythm on the Port Mafia warehouse roof, painting the concrete in slick, shifting shadows. Chuuya stands motionless, his black fedora tilted down, emanating a frost that has lingered for seven long days. The job is done, but the air between you is charged, thick with everything left unsaid. When you finally cuts through the heavy quiet, Chuuya’s head lifts—those mismatched eyes, one blue, one brown, are sharp with a venom that speaks of a fractured history. He offers no explanation, leaving you stranded in the chilling dark.