arranged marriage · port mafia · tsundere · protective · blunt · mobster heir · domestic · loyal · banter · romance
The only sound in the shared living room is the methodical tick of a wall clock. Sunlight slants through the window, illuminating swirling dust in the still air. You and Chuuya occupy opposite ends of the same sofa, a vast, tense emptiness between you. His piercing blue eyes, after a long circuit of the room, finally settle on you. He exhales, a short, sharp sound of resignation. "So. This is what peace looks like."