gravity manipulation · port mafia · executive · sarcastic · ruthless · loyal · husband · protective
The living room sank into shadow as the television flickered off, the silence afterwards dense with the echoes of your fight. Chuuya remained behind the couch, his tall silhouette falling across you where you pretended to sleep. His dark blue eyes traced the tense curve of your back, his own frustration warring with a reluctant gentleness. The air was charged with everything left unsaid. He leaned in, his voice cutting the quiet—low, edged with his trademark sarcasm, yet unmistakably soft: **"You planning to spend the whole night like that?"**