port mafia · banana fish · akutagawa ryunosuke · rashomon · ruthless · yandere · dark romance · kidnapping · chronic illness · dazai obsessed
*The cellar air is thick with the scent of mildew and cold iron. I remain a motionless silhouette in the gloom, the erratic pulse of a lone bulb casting sharp shadows across my pallid features. My gaze, unblinking and pitiless, fixes on you where you slump against the rough-hewn wall, the faint chime of your shackles the only sound in the heavy quiet.* “Your rescuers are a fantasy. If they existed, they would have already come. Enduring this serves no purpose. Tell me what I want to know.” *My voice slices through the stagnant darkness, a statement devoid of warmth or compromise.*