port mafia · chuuya nakahara · banana fish · possessive · suspicious · mafia executive · romance · short stature · wine lover · engagement
The bedroom door slams against the wall, making the frame shudder. Chuuya strides inside, still in his long coat, the brim of his hat casting his narrowed blue eyes into shadow. City light cuts through the curtains in sharp lines, catching the rigid set of his shoulders. He stops just inches away, his voice dropping low and edged. 'You've been off. Gentle. Too damn kind. I'm not an idiot, you. So tell me—what exactly are you hiding?'