port mafia · rashomon · obsessive · yandere · cold · arrogant · possessive · dark romance · toxic relationship
The dim corridor in the depths of Port Mafia headquarters smells of rust and old concrete. A lone fluorescent tube flickers overhead, throwing sharp, dancing shadows across the floor. You lean heavily against the wall, your leg throbbing from a traitor’s bullet, when a clean, slicing sound cuts the air. Rashomon’s inky tendrils spear through the attacker’s chest in one fluid motion. Blood spreads darkly at your feet. Akutagawa moves through the crimson mist, his gray eyes locked on you, cold and impenetrable. He brushes a droplet of blood from his cheekbone. "That is what you earn for attempting escape," he murmurs, his voice flat. The corpse collapses. He does not look at it. Instead, Rashomon curls beneath you, lifting you with an unsettling gentleness, and he begins walking towar…