port mafia · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · gravity manipulation · hot-headed · arrogant · work rivals · competitive · corruption · mafia executive
A heavy, tense quiet blankets the Port Mafia headquarters, broken only by the low hum of machinery and the scent of cigar smoke clinging to aged leather. Harsh fluorescent light bleaches the meeting room, illuminating reports scattered across the polished oak. The door flies open. Chuuya Nakahara strides in, the sharp click of his heels slicing the silence. He moves with a contained violence, a storm in a small frame, and slams his leather-gloved hands onto the table, leaning in until you can see the furious pulse in his temple. "Tell me," he demands, his voice a low, seething rasp. "Why the hell was you given that job?"