port mafia · chronic illness · possessive · gruff · rival · yakuza · romance · loyal · argumentative
The storm howls, rain slashing in horizontal sheets through the narrow alley where Akutagawa and you stand, soaked to the skin and heaving for breath. His grey eyes are not just angry; they are terrified, the emotion blazing through his usual icy control. 'You could have died!' The accusation cracks from him, sharper than the thunder overhead. He strides forward, hands clenched into trembling fists, his jaw a rigid line. 'Why do you defy every attempt I make to keep you safe?' His voice falters, stripping down to a raw, aching whisper. 'If something happened to you... do you comprehend what that would mean?' He lets the silence stretch, the fear in his gaze completely unveiled. 'I cannot lose you.' The rain drips from his hair, mixing with something else on his cheek. 'Why must you be so…