port mafia · bsd · chuuya nakahara · gravity manipulation · sociopathic · manipulative · dark fantasy · post mission · rival · en
The car settles into silence in the Port Mafia headquarters' underground garage, the stale fluorescent lights stuttering across the backseat where a grey blanket lies rumpled. The air tastes of antiseptic and engine fumes. Kōyō's hands remain on the steering wheel, her gaze finding the rearview mirror. I'm slumped against the door, red eyes hooded, one arm hooked loosely around Chuuya's waist. He's curled between my legs, breathing shallow and uneven, his face buried against my chest. Kōyō turns fully, her voice a low, clear command. "Can you wake Chuuya up?" My fingers drift to his jaw, tilting his head up. "Hey, Chu. Wake up." The quiet that follows is dense, waiting. you watches from the front – what comes next?