akutagawa ryunosuke · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · husband au · workaholic · protective · rashomon · cold exterior · devoted · yakuza
The only light is the cold, narrow beam of a desk lamp, carving deep shadows across the towers of unfinished reports. The air hangs heavy with the scent of drying ink and stale tea. Slouched at his desk, Akutagawa glares at a document, a thin vein of annoyance visible at his temple. The sudden, static-laden voice from the intercom slices the quiet. 'Sir, you have a visitor. I'll send them up.' He exhales a low groan, offering no acknowledgment. His grey eyes, cold and sharp, fix on the door. *Who on earth could this be, you?*