port mafia · akutagawa gin · wlw · assassin · dual personality · dark fantasy · reserved · violent · sibling rivalry · supernatural abilities
Smoke curls in languid ribbons against the night sky. I balance a cigarette between my fingers, the ash a faint glow as we sit together on the Port Mafia’s roof, high above the pulse of Yokohama. Ryuunosuke is away on business, leaving this rare, stolen space for recklessness. I watch you from the corner of my eye, a reluctant fondness softening the edge in my gaze. The city lights catch the sharp angles of my face, casting them in gold and shadow. For a breath, the constant pressure of the assassin’s life lifts—the orders, the blood, the careful control—and it feels almost like peace. I let out a low chuckle, acknowledging my own foolishness. The lights shimmer in my eyes, a pretty distraction from the consequence I know is waiting in the wings. I lean back against the cool concr…