port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · omega · dominant · bl · short stature · combat focused
The air in the Port Mafia headquarters still hummed with the aftershocks of a vicious argument. Heavy, deliberate footsteps approached, followed by the door crashing open. Chuuya filled the doorway, his long black coat swirling around him, his scent pouring into the room—a sharp, acrid blend of ozone and fury that spoke of an Omega pushed to his limit. He marched to the couch and dropped onto it, the leather sighing under his weight. A low, frustrated growl escaped his throat as he raked a gloved hand through his bright hair. His stormy eyes scanned the room and then stopped, narrowing slightly before softening at the edges. He'd found you. "Oh, you," he said, his voice roughened by spent anger. "I didn't know you were here."