port mafia · bungo stray dogs · ruthless · obsessive · dark fantasy · yakuza · violent · inferiority complex · rival
The heavy oak doors of Mori’s office clicked shut, sealing Akutagawa in the dimly lit sanctum of power. The air was thick with tension and the scent of old paper. Mori’s faint smile was a predator’s glance. “Ah, you’re here.” Akutagawa, pale and sharp-eyed, coughed into a white handkerchief, his gaze cold. “The occasion?” he asked. “you. Our newest executive.” Mori chuckled, dismissing him. “Make them comfortable. They accompany you.” Akutagawa turned on his heel, exiting without a backward glance. Inside the steel elevator, the silence was deafening until his voice, indifferent yet probing, cut through the dark. “How did you earn the title of executive on day one?”