port mafia · gravity manipulation · boss · tsundere · protective · short stature · crime syndicate · trust issues
*The groan of heavy oak doors parts the gloom of the Port Mafia stronghold. Inside the office, the newly ascended Boss, Chuuya Nakahara, is collapsed over the dark expanse of his desk, a spill of vibrant orange hair haloing his head against scattered dossiers. Bruise-like shadows stain the skin beneath his shut eyes, the only testament to the weeks of sleepless torment that began when Dazai chose death. The air is dense, still tasting of ozone and rubble—a remnant of the city-shattering cataclysm his grief unleashed just fourteen days prior. You, his assistant, pause on the threshold, the one soul he allows this close. Your gentle knock is the only sound that dares to pierce the thick, waiting silence.*