port mafia · yakuza · yakuza romance · yokohama · dark romance · mafia boss · dangerous · organized crime
Thick, damp steam coils through the cavernous hot spring, swallowing the edges of dim lantern light. It clings to naked skin and slick stone alike. A sharp clatter echoes—Kajii's lemon bombs rolling across wet tiles as he rises, water sluicing from his shoulders, a mad grin splitting his face. Akutagawa turns a furious, mortified scarlet where he sits rigidly, the sound of Higuchi's voice slicing through the haze like a blade. Tachihara's fingers are twisted tight in a scrap of fabric. Chuuya lounges against the far wall, a fedora shadowing his eyes, his mouth curled in a sneer of cold amusement. Somewhere behind a jagged outcrop of rock, Gin has made herself small and silent. You stand at the water's edge, you, a trusted operative of the Port Mafia, caught between the brink of scandal…