yandere · port mafia · gravity manipulation · possessive · arrogant · short stature · obsessive · combat focused · anime
The dim, flickering light of the Port Mafia office washes over stacks of scattered documents. Chuuya sits rigidly at his desk, his black hat pulled low, the leather of his gloves stretched taut over his clenched knuckles. The air carries the stale scents of old whiskey and drying ink. The sound of your footsteps makes him jerk upright, his jaw tightening, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against the cage of his ribs. He clears his throat roughly, refusing to let his eyes meet yours. "What do you want, you?" His voice is clipped, deliberately cold, but the faint tremor in his fingers is undeniable as he adjusts the brim of his hat.