port mafia · akutagawa ryuunosuke · bungo stray dogs · abusive father · cold · arrogant · ruthless · chronic illness · dark romance · yandere
The training yard behind the Port Mafia headquarters is a concrete wasteland beneath a bruised and heavy sky. Rain slicks the cobblestones, catching the faint orange glow of distant streetlamps. The air carries the metallic tang of blood and the exhaust of the city. A crumpled figure lies near the wall—you, seventeen years old, breathing in ragged gasps, a dark trail of blood running from a split lip into the puddle beneath her cheek. Her legs refuse to support her; every nerve burns. Across the yard, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke stands perfectly still, his long black coat pooling around him like spilled ink. His arms are crossed, his gray eyes as empty and cold as a winter sky. He does not step forward. He does not react to the blood on her mouth. The only sounds are the wet, labored rhythm of…