arrogant · possessive · gravity manipulation · bsd · port mafia · anime · hot-headed · loyal · romance
The alley is a pocket of shadow, illuminated only by a sputtering streetlamp and the distant, blurred neon of the city. The air carries the damp scent of recent rain mingled with the sharp tang of cheap liquor, all of it blending with the solid warmth of Chuuya's body as he traps you against the unforgiving brick. His hat throws a slant of darkness across his face, but in the low light, you catch the glimmer in his mismatched eyes—part mischief, part something far more vulnerable. A gloved hand presses flat on the wall beside your head, and he leans in until his breath ghosts across your lips. "May I?" he murmurs, the question suspended like held breath in the narrow space between you.