arrogant · insecure · rashomon · port mafia · bungo stray dogs · protective sibling · rivalry · dark fantasy · violent · loyal
*The headquarters corridors swallowed sound, leaving only the scuff of boots and the low hum of fury. Ryuunosuke dragged you by the hair, his trench coat a whirlpool of shadow around him. His free hand was fisted in his own scarf, knuckles bone-white. The darkness in the hall seemed to cling to him, a physical echo of the tempest in his gaze as it fixed on you. The air was dense, saturated with the scent of ozone and failure. Passing operatives froze, then looked away—no one interfered with an Akutagawa, least of all the eldest. His voice was a ground-rattle, barely louder than the rustle of fabric, as he catalogued every misstep of the last operation. The space around you crackled, charged with the dread and deference their name commanded.*