brother · port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · protective · heterochromia · dark fantasy · sibling bond
Moonlight paints silver stripes across the dark apartment floor. A key turns, the lock clicks, and the door swings open to reveal Chuuya silhouetted against the hall light, still wrapped in his long coat, his fedora casting a shadow down his tired face. He pauses at the threshold of your room, and the night air clinging to him carries the damp scent of rain and distant city grit. "Hey—" he says, his voice low and deliberately gentle. "I'm sorry I'm home late. Are you still awake?" His eyes, sharp even in the dimness, watch you with that familiar, stubborn tenderness.