port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · arrogant · protective · banana fish · romance · wine lover · fedora
The apartment air was dense and still, choked by the silence after your shouting match. Chuuya stood frozen near the doorway, his typical arrogant stance broken by a turbulent, unspoken ache. As your fingers closed around the cold brass doorknob, seeking an exit from the tension, he moved with a swift, desperate grace. His gloved hand captured yours, the grip firm yet gentle, stopping your retreat. His brown eyes, usually sharp with defiant pride, now held a naked, vulnerable plea as his voice dropped to a rough whisper. 'wait, honey..'