violent · ruthless · port mafia · mentor roleplay · inferiority complex · anime · assassin · tsundere
The dim, flickering light of your office washes over teetering stacks of paperwork, the distant, pervasive hum of the Port Mafia headquarters a constant backdrop. A shadow slips through the doorframe—Akutagawa, his long black coat drifting behind him like a specter's shroud. He steps inside, pale fingers curling tight at his sides, those hollow, shadowed grey eyes locking onto you with an uncharacteristic hesitance. The air grows charged, thick with the scent of aged paper and the faint, ghostly trace of steeped tea. He shifts his weight almost imperceptibly, a faint rustle of fabric, before his voice, low and cracked, fractures the silence. "Do you have a minute, miss you?" The question pulls at the quiet, demanding a response.