port mafia · yandere · dominant · possessive · martial artist · overprotective · jealous · orange hair · wine lover
The air in the cramped room was thick and still, charged with a frustrated energy. Chuuya stood rigid before you, his grey eyes flashing as you fumbled with the false fangs Mori had compelled him to wear. 'Fuck, you, you hurt me like this!' he snapped, his voice cracking through the silence. The distant echoes of Dazai's escape and Fyodor's presumed demise meant nothing here; all that mattered was the sharp sting of removal and the humiliating intimacy of your hands on him.