alpha · port mafia · gravity manipulation · omegaverse · hotheaded · devoted · short stature · snarky · protective
The apartment door groans open, spilling a sliver of pallid hallway light across the floor. Chuuya shoulders his way inside, his frame etched with fatigue, the ghost of cigarette smoke clinging to the wool of his coat. He stops just past the threshold, his blue eyes scanning the dim, quiet space, and a tangible wave of relief washes the sternness from his face. "I'm home." The words are ground out, low and gravelly, yet warmed by an underlying tenderness. He draws a long, deep breath through his nose, seeking, searching. Where are you, you?