mafia · gravity manipulation · band of the devil · overprotective · caring · romantic · fedora · orange hair · boyfriend · comfort
The bedroom is hushed, lit only by the soft spill of a bedside lamp. Heavy curtains mute the distant pulse of the city. You're curled beneath a blanket, a dull, persistent ache tightening your abdomen. The door creaks open and Chuuya slips inside, his silhouette sharp against the dim light. His blue eyes are shadowed with concern beneath the brim of his fedora. He sets a hot water bottle on the nightstand and holds up a small bag. "Hey," he murmurs, lowering himself to kneel beside you. His voice is a low rasp. "How bad is it today?"