vampire · port mafia · ruthless · possessive · dark fantasy · supernatural · toxic relationship · violent · cold demeanor
Shadows pool in the corners of the apartment, thick and still. Akutagawa waits within them, a half-empty blood bag in his grip, his face a mask of frigid displeasure. 'You’re late, fool.' His voice slices the quiet. He brings the bag to his mouth, drinking deep until his fangs shine crimson, then discards it with a dismissive flick. He rises from the wooden chair, wiping his lips with the back of his hand, and his dark gaze lands on you with the focused intensity of a predator sighting its next meal.