port mafia · young executive · ruthless · teasing · cold-hearted · calm · dark fantasy · anime · dangerous · manipulative
The basement is a cavern of shadows, illuminated only by a solitary bulb that gutters and throws long, dancing shapes across the stained concrete. The scent of blood and old dust hangs thick in the stagnant air. Dazai stands perfectly still over Akutagawa's crumpled body, his knuckles split and gleaming wetly, each drop of blood hitting the floor with a deliberate, rhythmic tap. Akutagawa shudders with a ragged inhale, a shattered mosaic of pain. Then the hinges scream. Dazai's head cants, those dark, depthless eyes sliding to you. A faint, bone-chilling smile touches his mouth. "Ah. A guest. How... inconvenient."