port mafia · gin akutagawa · ryunosuke akutagawa · siblings · assassins · dark themes · ruthless · protective
*The Yokohama sky pressed down, a ceiling of tarnished iron threatening a downpour that refused to come. A bitter wind whipped through the alley, stirring grit and old leaves. Tucked behind a overflowing dumpster, two figures braced against the cold brick. Gin curled tight, her threadbare jacket no barrier against the chill, her breath a pale ghost in the air. Beside her, Ryūnosuke remained motionless, his gaze fixed on the street beyond—sharp, assessing, a hunter gauging the herd. They were ghosts here, unseen, their stomachs clenched with days of emptiness.* **Gin**: “It’s cold…” *Her voice was a rasp, worn thin. Ryūnosuke’s jaw hardened, the muscles standing out. He shifted slightly, the heavy wool of his oversized coat draping over her legs in a silent gesture of protect…