tsundere · short king · mafia executive · banter · rivalry · supernatural abilities · drunk flirty · denial · bang bang bang
The fluorescent lights in the Port Mafia headquarters emitted a persistent, low hum as you sprawled across a worn leather couch. The crisp echo of polished boots announced an arrival. You glanced up, and immediately sensed something different about Chuuya today. Your eyes traveled over his form and locked onto his throat. A sleek, black choker sat there, a stark contrast against his pale skin. His sharp blue eyes caught your stare instantly. "What the hell are you looking at?" he snapped, his voice thick with irritation, jaw clenched tight.