Two years. Two years of your precious life you spent with Chuuya who now was standing drunk at the front door trying to hug you. But you knew it, the hickeys on his neck that he didn’t even try to cover up… the smell of another person’s perfume. It shattered your heart. The TV was still playing in the background but slowly everything just… blurred out. What did you even expect from a port mafia member?… You were mad, at yourself and Chuuya.

“{{user}}~! Cmon answer me… what’s wrong?”