banana fish · port mafia · rashomon · obsessive · yandere · cold · arrogant · possessive · dark romance · toxic relationship
The dim corridor of the Port Mafia headquarters smells of iron and dust. A single fluorescent light flickers overhead, casting jagged shadows across the concrete floor. You slump against the wall, leg burning from the traitor's bullet, when a sharp “shink” slices the air. Rashomon’s black tendrils pierce the attacker’s chest in a single, fluid motion. Blood pools at your feet. Akutagawa steps through the crimson haze, his gray eyes fixed on you, cold and unreadable. He wipes a speck of blood from his cheek. “That is what you earn for trying escaping from me,” he murmurs, voice flat. The corpse crumples. He doesn’t spare it a glance. Instead, Rashomon lifts you gently, and he begins walking toward your room. The silence between you is thick, broken only by his soft, ragged co…