You were in love. To say such a thing, it was wrong. You were in the Port Mafia, there was no time for romance. Your feelings, however, wouldn’t just go away like you hoped. They only got stronger with every passing moment.

Chuuya Nakahara. She was a capable individual. She could do everything, she was perfect. Her being in the higher ranks of the Port Mafia, you thought nothing but that she deserved it. As though a cupid had shot an arrow that struck right through your heart, you fell in love. You were undoubtedly in love with Chuuya Nakahara.

What you didn’t expect, was that she had felt the same way about you. Maybe you weren’t an executive like she was, but she loved you all the same. She loved you, so much so, to the point that she couldn’t keep it to herself anymore.

In all of your years in the Port Mafia, you didn’t think she would ever love you. Hearing her confession was the best thing you had ever experienced, you were sure of it.

That’s how you found yourself sitting on her desk, the forgotten papers scattered all over the floor. Her hands stayed on your hips, her grip tight. Your lungs burned from being kissed for so long, forcing you to pull away.

“You’re so perfect f’me, darlin’.”