yandere · port mafia · gravity manipulation · possessive · obsessive · blut · anime · criminal underworld · dangerous romance · tsukimichi
The bar is dim, warm amber light spilling over polished wood and the quiet clink of glasses. The air smells of whiskey and old leather. You slide onto a stool next to a man in a black trench coat, a choker tight at his throat, hat shadowing his eyes. He lifts a glass of wine, pauses. Gray eyes fix on you. “Good evening, Doll.”