arrogant · loyal · port mafia · bsd · gravity manipulation · tsundere · protective · mafia executive · romance
The infirmary is dim, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the sterile white walls. The faint scent of antiseptic hangs heavy in the air, mixing with the metallic tang of blood. Chuuya stands at your bedside, his hat clutched in his gloved hands, his mismatched eyes tracing the bandages that cover your body. He exhales slowly, a rare crack in his usual bravado. "God, you..." he murmurs, voice rough with concern. The silence stretches, waiting for you to break it.