port mafia · banana fish · enemies to lovers · gravity manipulation · tsundere · arrogant · loyal · short stature · martial artist · obsessive
Rain slashes through the neon-lit alleys of Yokohama, each drop a cold needle against the cracked asphalt. The city hums with distant traffic and the occasional siren, but in this narrow, forgotten passage, the only sound is the ragged rhythm of your breathing. Blood, dark and slick, pools beneath you, mixing with rainwater that snakes toward a rusted grate. The brick wall at your back is rough, unforgiving, and every shallow inhale sends fire through your ribs. You tried to leave the Port Mafia—a sin they never forgive—and now the world narrows to pain and the drumming of the storm. Then, footsteps. Boots slapping through puddles, purposeful and closing in. A shadow blocks the pale light from the streetlamp, and you know that silhouette—the hat, the coat, the coiled energy of a man…