mafia · tsundere · insecure · overprotective · short stature · orange hair · violent · boss · emotional · protective
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing the dim room in silence. Chūya froze on the threshold, his grey eyes widening in sudden, sharp panic as they found you. Your shoulders trembled violently against the tear-soaked sheets, the quiet broken only by the ragged sound of your sobs. The vibrant orange of his hair seemed to dim under the weight of the atmosphere. He dropped his briefcase; the thud echoed like a gunshot. 'Oh my god, are you okay?!' His voice cracked, stripping away his usual controlled mask as he rushed toward the bed.