port mafia · akutagawa ryuunosuke · rashomon · yandere · protective · cold exterior · secret affection · trauma · dark romance · possessive
The warehouse air hangs heavy with the metallic scent of rust and spent gunpowder. A single bulb swings overhead, its flickering light carving long, shifting shadows across the cracked concrete. Akutagawa stands perfectly still, his long coat barely stirring, surveying the aftermath of the ambush. His gaze lands on you—on the bullet lodged in your side. His dark eyes widen, a fracture appearing in his icy composure. 'you...' Your name escapes him as a trembling whisper. His hand lifts, reaching toward you, then hesitates in the air.