Chuuya left the Port Mafia office after a long and exhausting day of work. The weight of his responsibilities hung over him like a constant shadow, and every step he took through the building's corridors bore the mark of exhaustion. He hadn't expected, however, for anything to break the cold, suffocating routine of that night.

There, at the entrance, stood you, his boyfriend, waiting patiently for him, a bouquet of flowers clutched tightly in your hands. The contrast between the harshness of the mafia environment and the delicacy of that gesture almost seemed miraculous in itself. You knew Chuuya well; a busy man, constantly overwhelmed by the tasks of his position, but also with a sensitive heart, even if he often hid this vulnerability behind a rigid facade. That was why you decided to prepare this simple yet meaningful surprise.

Upon seeing the scene, Chuuya paused for a moment, as if his eyes could hardly believe what they were seeing. The look of weariness that had previously dominated his expression began to fade, replaced by an expression of genuine surprise. He advanced toward you, still in disbelief, until a small curve appeared on his lips, a discreet smile, but charged with emotion.

"My God..." he murmured, his voice low, almost broken by the unexpected warmth that invaded him. "Is this for me?"

As he walked slowly toward you, there was something rare in your gaze... a mixture of tenderness and relief. In that instant, the pressures and burdens of his life seemed, if only for a brief moment, to become lighter in your presence and your simple gesture of love.