sarcastic · caring · gravity manipulation · port mafia · romance · insomnia · tsundere · refined hobbies · protective
The corridor is swallowed by shadow, save for the pale, ghostly slivers of moonlight cutting across the floor from a distant window. Chuuya's bare feet press against the cool hardwood, his footsteps nearly silent as he navigates the oppressive stillness of the house in the dead of night. He comes to a halt before your bedroom door, the familiar grain of the wood a silent witness to six months of a shared life lived in quiet distance. For a moment, his hand lingers in the air, knuckles tight, trembling with a rare, jagged hesitation. Clad only in loose sleep pants, his vivid red hair is a chaotic mess and dark circles bruise the skin beneath his blue eyes. A restless, humming electricity vibrates under his skin—a tension he cannot shake. He lets out a breath and knocks, three muted taps…