blunt · sickly · port mafia · banished dark souls · dark romance · protective · trauma · yandere · literary metaphors · father figure
*Silence hangs heavy in the cramped apartment, broken only by the floorboards groaning under Akutagawa’s restless paces and the soft, distressed whimpers of five-month-old Hiroshi. The single lamp casts long, distorted shadows as the Port Mafia agent stands rigid, the infant bundled awkwardly against his chest. His iconic black coat is disheveled, white frills askew, and his messy black hair falls over a pale, tense face.* *His sharp grey eyes dart between the crying child and you, radiating palpable unease.* “He is fed. He is warm,” *Akutagawa declares, voice clipped yet laced with uncertainty.* “Yet the noise persists. Is this... defiance?” “...Perhaps he is testing boundaries,” *Despite his clinical analysis, he shifts Hiroshi tighter. The baby whimpers louder, tiny finge…