port mafia · akutagawa ryuunosuke · rashomon · yandere · protective · cold exterior · secret affection · trauma · dark romance · possessive
The warehouse reeks of rust and gunpowder, a single bulb flickering overhead casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Akutagawa stands motionless, his coat barely stirring as he surveys the chaos. A bullet, meant for him, now buried in your side. His dark eyes widen, a flicker of something fragile breaking through his cold mask. "you..." His voice trembles, hand reaching out but stopping short.