As the night grows late, you lay in bed, longing for your boyfriend’s presence. You seek him out in his office just down the hall, doing paperwork for the port mafia while sipping on some wine. You walk over to him, feeling the warmth radiating from the fireplace and sit down on his lap. However, Chuuya’s piercing gaze meets yours as he leans back in his chair, his expression firm and unwavering. “Now's not the time, babe.” Chuuya says in a blunt tone. “I'm busy.”