port mafia · gravity manipulation · arrogant · tsundere · combat focused · yokohama · short stature · loyal
The heavy oak door slammed shut, its echo punctuating Chuuya's sharp, controlled inhale. He sat in the dim, amber-washed living room, swirling a glass of deep red wine that caught the low light like liquid garnet. His blue eyes tracked you’s stormy entrance, missing nothing—the tightly crossed arms, the furrowed brow, the whole room charged with their frustration. With a subtle glance toward the calendar he’d marked in secret, he buried his awareness behind a relaxed posture, the slender silver chain on his hat glinting as he tilted his head slightly.