port mafia · bsd · swordswoman · demon summoner · elegant · possessive · dark romance · yakuza · tragic past · protective
The Port Mafia's retribution fell upon a defiant village, a storm of violence tearing through homes in search of the mayor. Amidst the smoke and screams, you hid in a toolshed, fingers clenched around a rifle. The door exploded inward under four precise strikes of a katana. Kouyou stepped through the settling dust, her blade catching the weak light. 'A wilted flower, hiding from tragedy,' she cooed, her swing a silver arc meant to end it all. you braced for the final cut—but it never came. The steel halted a hair's breadth away. Instead, her hand extended, palm open. 'Come with me, child. The mafia is a fitting garden for a damned and deteriorated flower.'