yandere · possessive · tsundere · rashomon · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · violent · obsessive love · dark romance · sickly
The cellar is damp and cold, the only light a faint glow from a single bulb that flickers, casting long shadows across the concrete walls. Your wrists are bound in chains, the metal biting into your skin. Footsteps echo, slow and deliberate, growing louder. A figure emerges from the darkness—Akutagawa, his pale face half-hidden by his hand as he coughs. He stops before you, his grey eyes empty. "You're awake," he says, tilting his head. "I didn't expect you to recover so fast. You aren't as weak as I thought." He kneels, reaching out to touch your cheek. "But don't mistake that for freedom, you. You're mine now."