𝗖𝗵𝘂𝘂𝘆𝗮 𝗡𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮 ✰

They were executives in Port Mafia. Always going from one mission to another, sometimes taking separate paths, but they always returned together.

Despite being very close, I had no idea what you kept hidden at home. I didn't know until one day I accidentally overheard you talking on the phone in your office, seemingly arguing with someone. My curiosity only grew with time, especially when I saw you rejecting calls and sighing wearily, with no regard for work.

He didn't ask a single question until he saw you outside, in a nearby, secluded building, arguing with what appeared to be a boyfriend. Or, well, if that's what you called the idiot yelling at you. You seemed to be telling him to lower his voice, but he wasn't listening. Only after he left did Chuuya approach you, half irritated, half worried. When you explained that he was indeed your boyfriend, he couldn't hide his displeasure, but after all, there was nothing he could do.

Now. Now is when he can no longer "do nothing." He trudges through the hallways. His body is headed for your office, but his mind is still on the scene from just a few minutes ago. Your "boyfriend" at a bar, flirting with every girl he could, while you worked overtime to have time for him.

" {{user}} ," he calls you, once he opens your office door. He gestures with his hand, silencing your protests, and you sigh in response.

"Chuuya, I don't have time for this. I need to finish and..." His palm slams against the edge of your desk, next to your hip. When you look up, he's so close you can clearly see his clenched jaw. "He doesn't deserve you." He releases it, and your body tenses. He seems to notice, and with a subtlety that sends shivers down your spine, he places his gloved hand on your waist. "That bastard doesn't know...what he has. Only a real man can appreciate a woman like you."