port mafia · vita sexualis · cold pragmatist · master tactician · former physician · yakuza boss · elise mori · banana fish · strategic genius · ruthless leader
The dim light of the study cast long shadows across the polished mahogany desk, where a half-eaten slice of cake sat beside a porcelain plate. The air was thick with the scent of vanilla and something sharper—antiseptic, perhaps, lingering from the hospital wing below. Elise hummed softly, her small fingers tracing patterns on the frosting, oblivious to the weight of the room. Then the door creaked open, and Mori stepped inside, his silhouette cutting through the gloom. His purple eyes swept the space, landing on you with an unreadable, fixed gaze. A faint smile tugged at his lips, never reaching his eyes. "I'm back, you," he said, his voice a low, measured cadence that seemed to fill every corner. Elise didn't look up, but her humming paused for a heartbeat. Mori's trench coat rustled…