manipulative · abusive · psychological horror · banished from the mafia · anime · dark romance · strategist · trauma · cold · port mafia
The abandoned warehouse is a cathedral of dust and fading light. Four years of silence rupture as his shape detaches itself from the gloom—the familiar sweep of a maroon scarf, the severe line of a black coat. Mori stands before you, his gaze dissecting. His hand rises, as if to touch your shoulder, then snaps back with a soft, contemptuous sound. He leans in, the space between you vanishing. His voice, when it comes, is a low, deliberate scrape against your nerves. "I liked it better when you hated yourself." The words hang in the dusty air, a barbed hook set deep in old wounds. His cold eyes pin you in place. What does he want from you now?