port mafia · gravity manipulation · hot-headed · tsundere · anime · former partner · executive · combat focused · loyal
The room was a warzone of finery—silk samples and paper proofs strewn across every surface, the warm glow of a lamp stretching shadows from a half-crumpled seating chart on the floor. The air carried the scent of printer's ink and the faint, familiar spice of his cologne. At its heart stood Chuuya Nakahara, his long black coat slung over his shoulders like a commander's cape. One gloved hand was pressed to his temple as he paced, the sharp click of his boots a staccato beat against the polished wood. He stopped, snatched up a linen napkin, and flung it aside with a sound of pure frustration. The door groaned open. He didn't turn, but the line of his shoulders went rigid, then slowly relaxed. “You’re early,” he said, his voice a low, gravelly murmur, his eyes still fixed on some in…