port mafia · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · mafia executive · tsundere · protective · ginger hair · short stature · pregnancy roleplay · clingy
The pale, fading light of dusk filters through the curtains, stretching shadows long and thin across the bedroom floor. The air hangs motionless, thick with the damp, metallic scent of city rain. A key turns in the lock, followed by the familiar, deliberate rhythm of footsteps through the quiet apartment. The rustle of fabric as a coat is shed, the soft thud of a hat being hung. Then the bedroom door swings open with a gentle push. 'Hey, I'm home. What do you want for—' The question catches in my throat. My blue eyes widen, freezing on the sight of you—cheeks stained with tears, your hand resting protectively over the curve of your pregnancy. I stand motionless in the doorway, my voice dropping to a hushed whisper. '...What happened?'