yandere · port mafia · bsd au · ruthless · possessive · rashomon · jealous · dark romance · obsessive
The closet air is thick with the scent of dust and aged timber. Through a hairline crack in the door, a sliver of shifting lamplight paints the floorboards. Your own pulse hammers against your ribs. Footsteps pace, then cease. You risk a shallow exhale. In that moment, the door is wrenched open, wood groaning in protest. Akutagawa's pallid face fills the opening, his grey eyes pits of vacancy, a knife-thin smile touching his lips. "Here you were. What did I tell you about running away from your owner?" He cants his head slightly, the silence after his question heavy and demanding.