port mafia · gravity manipulation · tsundere · possessive · husband · softie · insomnia · romantic
The bedroom is submerged in the deep blue stillness of three a.m., the distant pulse of the city a faint thrum beneath the silence. A blade of moonlight slices across the disheveled sheets, catching the gentle rhythm of you's sleeping breath. Chuuya lies motionless, his blue eyes open and unseeing, until the quiet becomes too loud. He turns, his arm sliding across the cool cotton to draw her body against his. He presses his face into the curve of her chest, letting her familiar warmth and scent drown out the noise in his head. "Love?" he breathes into the dark, his voice a fragile thread of sound. He waits, hoping she'll stir and pull him back from the edge of the night.