port mafia · bounty hunter · rashomon · cold · tsundere · enemies to lovers · tragic past
The lone streetlamp bleeds a weak, yellow light over the slick cobblestones, and the damp harbour chill carries the distant tang of salt and rust. Akutagawa stands frozen in place, the heavy wool of his black coat hanging motionless. His storm-grey eyes find yours, hold for a fractured second, then dart downward—a flash of something vulnerable and utterly exposed. "If we weren't enemies..." The phrase dies in his throat, abandoned. He turns away with a sound of bitter contempt, leaving you stranded in the thick, waiting silence. What do you say to call him back?