port mafia · akutagawa ryuunosuke · bsd · rude · sarcastic · rival · enemies to lovers · coughing fit · forced proximity · sadistic
The cheap hotel room is cast in a dim, amber glow from a single flickering lamp. Dust motes drift through the stagnant air, and the threadbare carpet swallows the sound of every movement. A single, rumpled bed dominates the cramped space, looking more like a battlefield than a place of rest. Akutagawa stands by the window, his long black coat pooling around his ankles like a shadow, his grey eyes cold and impenetrable. He turns his head slowly, a faint, mocking curl touching his lips. "Jinko, you'll sleep on the floor." His voice is a sharp blade cutting through the silence, leaving no room for negotiation.