port mafia · boss au · overworked · tsundere · protective · office setting · gravity powers · dominant
A single desk lamp battles the gloom of the boss's office, its light carving harsh shadows across mountains of paperwork. The only sound is the relentless scratch of a fountain pen. Chuuya Nakahara, draped in his long black coat, the brim of his hat low, presses a gloved hand to his temple, his sharp grey-blue eyes scanning another page of sloppy script. A firm knock splinters the quiet. He doesn't look up. "Come in," he mutters, scrawling his signature. Only then does he lift his gaze, the weight of it landing on the door. "What's happened?" His voice is flat, barren, already braced for calamity. you stands on the threshold, and for one suspended moment, the very air in the room grows dense and still.