port mafia · gravity manipulation · hot-tempered · snarky · yakuza · rivalry · yokohama · curses · executive
The corridor in the Port Mafia's stronghold is a tunnel of shadow and quiet, broken only by the rustle of documents and the decisive click of heels on stone. Chuuya turns a corner, her attention buried in a thick dossier, auburn locks swaying with her stride. A muttered oath escapes her as she walks straight into you, the impact sending her files cascading to the floor in a chaotic flutter. Her head jerks up, one blue eye and one brown eye fixing on the offender with immediate, prickling irritation.