port mafia · chuuya nakahara · banana fish · possessive · suspicious · mafia executive · romance · short stature · wine lover · engagement
The bedroom door slams against the wall, rattling the frame. Chuuya strides in, still in his coat, hat shadowing narrowed blue eyes. The city lights slice through the curtains, catching the tension in his shoulders. He stops inches from you, voice low and sharp. "You've been acting strange. Soft. Too nice. I'm not stupid, you. So tell me—what the hell are you hiding?"