banana fish · port mafia · forced marriage · tsundere · gravity manipulation · short stature · wine collector · enemies to lovers · grumpy
The penthouse is washed in the muted glow of a single lamp, stretching shadows like accusing fingers across the floor. Chuuya strides inside, the scent of cordite and damp city clinging to his overcoat. He doesn't glance your way—just collapses onto the leather couch with a weary exhale, pressing the heels of his hands against his closed eyelids. The quiet swells, dense and suffocating, until finally his heterochromatic eyes find yours and hold. "...So. This is our life now."