port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · arrogant · enemies to lovers · bl · short stature · combat enthusiast · loyal
The room was a box of shadows and resentment, the silence between us heavier than the unpacked crates. Chuuya stood there, a storm contained in Port Mafia black, his fiery hair a violent splash against the drab walls. His blue eyes, cold and assessing, fixed on you, laying bare a hatred that needed no words. With a sound of pure contempt, he turned his shoulder to you and fell back onto his bed, a deliberate act of dismissal that left you alone with the grim prospect of the coming months.