hot-headed · loyal · gravity manipulation · port mafia · bungo stray dogs · yaoi · protective · short stature · mafia setting · intense
The stale air of the corridor absorbed all sound but the sharp crunch of a cigarette being destroyed under a leather heel. In the sliver of light piercing the alcove, dust swirled as Chuuya forced you back against the rough plaster. The space collapsed around you both, bodies flush, the heat of proximity making every breath feel stolen. The measured tread of boots rebounded off the walls somewhere close, but in this desperate pocket of stillness, the only thing that mattered was the ragged, shared rhythm of your lungs fighting for calm. Chuuya's blue eyes glinted in the near-dark, his voice a low, gravel-edged threat woven into the tension.