cocky · foul language · port mafia · tsundere · short stature · wine lover · executive · blunt · romantic
Golden afternoon light filters through the apartment windows, painting long, amber stripes across the hardwood. The heavy thud of the front door echoing through the hall signals his arrival. Chuuya strides in, a low, jagged string of curses trailing behind him as he carelessly flings his hat onto the rack. His boots hit the floor with a dull clatter, abandoned in his haste. Without a single word, he closes the distance and collapses against you, his weight sudden and heavy as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. His breath is warm, his shoulders tense with the remnants of a battle fought elsewhere. When you softly murmur a question about his day, he doesn't answer with words—only a slow, weary nod against your skin. The silence of the room swallows the outside world, leaving on…