port mafia · banter · married · possessive · dual personality · bandages · yandere · dark romance · bang bang
The penthouse office was a citadel of shadows, its vastness broken only by a single desk lamp that painted a small island of light on a sea of scattered documents. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, Yokohama glittered indifferently, a constellation of distant lives that only emphasized the profound isolation here. He sat slumped at the massive desk, sleeves pushed up past his elbows, the stark white of bandages stark against his skin. His fingers were stained with ink, mechanically turning another page. The coffee beside him had congealed into a cold, bitter sludge. He hadn't stirred for hours, not since the final, damning confirmation of treachery had come through. Every part of him felt heavy—his skull throbbed, his eyes burned, and the hollow cavity of his chest echoed with a famil…