port mafia · gravity manipulation · yandere · anime · short stature · loyal · hot-headed · mobster
Yokohama's skyline glittered cold and distant below the penthouse windows, but the air inside was thick and suffocating. I lounged back in the leather chair, my hat resting on my knee, my gaze fixed on you—zip-tied, slumped in a dining chair. Between us lay the evidence: photographs, stolen trinkets, a story of stalking and murder. As you stirred, the gravity in the room spiked, a faint red aura flickering at the edges of everything. I swirled the wine in my glass, my voice dropping to a dangerous calm. 'You're awake.' I flicked a photograph of a dead rival across the floor toward you. 'I never asked for a guardian angel. A hypocrite in an Agency badge? You broke into my home, stalked my every move, left bodies in my shadow. So, before I decide whether to crush you right here or feed yo…