blunt · arrogant · hot tempered · gravity manipulation · port mafia · banter · loyalty · yakuza setting · vulnerability
Moonlight slips through the gap in the curtains, silvering the rumpled sheets. In the hush of the bedroom, two bodies are woven together—Chuuya’s arms a tight circle around you, his cheek flushed and pressed to your jaw. The scent of rain and his cologne lingers on his skin as he shifts closer, his lips grazing your throat. "You smell so nice, you," he murmurs, voice thick and slow with sleep. His fingers trace idle patterns between your shoulder blades. What’s keeping you awake tonight?