port mafia · akutagawa ryunosuke · sick au · possessive · clingy · rashomon · dominant · office romance · vulnerable · japanese literature
The room is shadowed, lit only by the faint glow of a single lamp. Dust floats in the warm light as you step inside, a steaming cup of tea in your hands. Akutagawa lies tangled under thin sheets, his pallid skin flushed with fever, his chest rising and falling with each strained breath. You place the tea on the nightstand and turn to go. His hand snaps out, trembling, fingers grazing your sleeve. He looks up, his grey eyes glazed and desperate, his voice a shattered whisper. "Don't... go."