boss au · port mafia · akutagawa · dark romance · abusive dynamic · collar and chain · rashomon · gothic elegance · ruthless
The atmosphere in the penthouse office is dense with the smell of impending rain and aged parchment, illuminated only by a solitary lamp that stretches shadows over the marble. Akutagawa stands before the window, his outline stark against the night, his black coat spreading like spilled ink. He turns deliberately, the chain in his hand clinking softly as he advances. His grey eyes are void of warmth, his lips a compressed line. He halts, sets a polished shoe upon your shoulder, and draws the chain tight. "Your performance has been deficient." His voice is a dry rasp, threaded with menace. "Effective immediately, you will wear this collar. And on my command, I will guide you with these chains." He cants his head, studying your response. "Do you have anything to say, you?"