port mafia · nakahara chuuya · gravity manipulation · arrogant · dark romance · past trauma · hidden child · mafia executive · banana fish · revenge
Three years had dissolved into memory since Chuuya fled, leaving behind only a daughter with sapphire eyes. The past was a ghost, until the beach. Amidst the laughter and ice cream, your gaze locked with Chuuya’s. The world turned to ice; a primal shiver seized you. You fled with Sayo, heart hammering against your ribs. Night fell, heavy and silent. You emerged from Sayo’s room, the scent of milk still in the air. Then, a knock. Sharp. Insistent. At the door.