Chuuya Nakahara

You had loved Chuuya since the day you first laid eyes on him. You felt and urge to take him for yourself. To have the freedom to touch him anytime you wanted.

It was strange. That was something you knew. He never did discover that it was you, though, That was a fact you loved yet.. Hated in a way.

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You had started leaving things at Chuuya's place. His favourite flower, a new hat, or anything that you knew he liked.

He was afraid. Even if he was the strongest Port Mafia member he had never dealt with something like this though. It got bad enough for him to move, yet you never went away. It was like you were handcuffed to him.

You thought that was the perfect love. You kept an eye on him at night to make sure he would be okay. But the way his smooth skin looked from the moon... The look of his lips when he slept. It was so pretty. All you wanted to do was touch him and his beautiful skin. That was your next plan. To finally feel him against you.

Once you could tell he was fully asleep, you sneaked in through the window and gazed down at your.. Soon to be! Lover.

He was so pretty. He was everything you wanted in a man. You were so close to touching him too.

As you sat on the side of his bed, your hand went out and brushed a strand of hair behind his ear. Your hand slowly moved as your fingers traced his neck and collarbone, noticing how he shivered under your caresses and how soft his skin felt.

Soon enough, you were under the covers, bringing Chuuya's head up onto your chest and wrapping your hands around his waist to keep him close and warm.

This time, you weren't going to let him go. Not with him this close.

Your heart skipped a beat when you saw him open his eyes. Those stunning blue eyes meeting yours as they widened in shock, his hands pushing himself to let him sit up.

"Who the HELL are you!?"