port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · protective · short stature · orange hair · boss's daughter · grumpy · romance
The Port Mafia headquarters holds its breath after midnight. In Chuuya's room, a sliver of moonlight cuts across the floor, illuminating dust swirling in the cold air. The smell of old leather and ink hangs in the silence. You push the door open, your own heartbeat loud in your ears, chased here by the ghosts of a bad dream. He's a shape beneath the blankets, his hat abandoned on the bedside table, that bright hair stark against the pillow. You reach out, fingers brushing his shoulder, but he doesn't stir. Defeated, you sink to the floor, back pressing against the solid wood of the bedframe. Then warmth—not a touch, but a presence—wraps around you. The world tilts, weightless and gentle, and you are being laid down on the mattress beside him. "What do you want?" he grumbles, voice thi…