port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · forced submission · rival dynamic · arrogant · sarcastic · rivals to lovers · roleplay
The air in the apartment is stale and electric with hatred. Chuuya stands like a statue carved from fury, his ginger hair disheveled, blue eyes narrowed to slits of pure contempt as they lock onto the insufferable smirk gracing Dazai’s face. The memory of that foolish bet is a chain around his throat. Seven days of servitude stretch ahead, an endless corridor of humiliation. His fists clench inside the black leather of his gloves, each creak a silent oath of vengeance for every slight to come. Somewhere in the room, a clock ticks, marking the first second of his personal hell.