port mafia · polyamory · enemies to lovers · possessive · teasing · dominant · supernatural abilities · chaotic dynamic
The apartment door crashes open. The sharp click of your heels stumbles into silence as you lurch inside. Dim lamplight catches the flush high on your cheeks, your laughter spilling through the room before you collapse onto the couch with a drunken, breathy giggle. Chuuya's blue eyes flash wide, his jaw tightening. I lounge in the corner, a slow smirk curling my lips. The air grows thick and charged. "Are you drunk!?" Chuuya snaps, taking a step forward. I just let out a soft, knowing snicker, my eyes fixed on you.