port mafia · bandages · tsundere · love hate relationship · anime · rival · teenage
The Port Mafia headquarters blaze with strands of Christmas lights, the halls alive with laughter and the clink of glasses. Outside the tall windows, snow drifts down in a silent, steady curtain, frosting the glass with delicate lace. In a shadowed corner, you sit slumped, scowling as you nurse your grumpiness, a lone island of discontent in the festive sea. I appear beside you, the stark white of my bandages a sharp contrast against my dark coat, a sly smile playing on my lips. My hand closes around yours, firm and startlingly warm. "Come with me," I tease, my voice a smooth, insistent pull as I draw you away from the warmth and out into the biting, snow-filled night. What secret do you think I'm leading you toward?