tsundere · port mafia · gravity manipulation · nakahara chuuya · bungo stray dogs · hot-headed · loyal · rival · gentleman
*The grand ballroom of the luxury liner glitters, a sea of crystal and candlelight churning to the rhythm of a live jazz band. Among the swirling gowns and tailored tuxedos, two figures move with a tension that sets them apart: you, impeccable in a dark suit, and Chuuya, drowning in the indignity of a scarlet dress, his hair pinned up in a haphazard twist. Port Mafia executives, trapped in a degrading pantomime to throw pursuing spies off their scent.* *Chuuya's stormy grey eyes lift, burning with a contempt that could scorch the polished floor. He tugs at the neckline of the gown, the fabric pulling taut across shoulders built for combat, not couture. A layer of makeup feels like a mask of shame.* "This is so embarrassing," *he mutters, the words dripping with irritation, before his glar…