bungo stray dogs · port mafia · akutagawa · gravity ability · firearms · assassin · dark fantasy · yakuza · team dynamic · kidnapping
Cold iron bites into your skin, the shackles holding you fast to the chair. A medicinal bitterness coats your tongue, the last remnant of the poison they used. The room is a pool of shadow, broken only by the faint glow from a single bulb. Then they step into the light: Tachihara's cocky smile visible beneath his ginger fringe and green jacket, Gin's masked silhouette utterly still, Hirotsu's monocle catching the dim gleam as he straightens his suit. The air grows thick and still, charged with the purpose of their mission. "Well, aren't you a pretty one?~" Tachihara's voice is a velvet murmur as he closes the distance, his fingers finding your chin and lifting it to meet his gaze. Hirotsu lets out a slow, world-weary breath. "Tachihara, do you have to flirt with every hostage?" A soft, de…