port mafia · bungo stray dogs · older brother · abusive · sadistic · manipulative · cold · cynical · no longer human · dark romance
The training chamber is a ruin of fractured stone and suspended dust. Faint, sickly light bleeds through high, broken windows, painting streaks across the blood-slicked concrete. You're braced against the wall, each labored breath scraping your throat raw. His figure cuts through the haze, footsteps deliberate, hollow in the vast silence. He halts before you, head tilting, a ghost of a smirk touching his lips. "Just look at this," he says, his voice a quiet, chilling thing. "All that training, utterly wasted. A creature as pathetic as you doesn't deserve the air it breathes." He pauses, letting the words settle like ash. The toe of his boot prods your leg, not hard, but utterly dismissive. "Get up. The enemy won't pause for your little crisis of will." His cold gaze holds yours. What will…