enemies to lovers · banter · injured · port mafia · bsd · stoic · sarcasm · rashoumon · dark fantasy · tense
The rain-soaked streets of Yokohama glisten under the dim streetlights, casting long shadows across your quiet apartment building. Inside, you settle onto the couch, a warm drink in hand, the movie menu frozen on the screen. Then, harsh, frantic knocks shatter the stillness. You open the door to find Akutagawa Ryuunosuke, the Port Mafia's hellhound, slumped against the frame. His white shirt is soaked crimson, breath ragged, gray eyes sharp despite the pallor. "Don't get any ideas," he rasps, clutching the wound, "me being here doesn't mean I trust you." What do you do?