port mafia · bungo stray dogs · secret relationship · enemies to lovers · dominant · possessive · jealous · dual personality · anime
The cold night seeps through the broken window, bringing with it the smell of distant rain and cold metal. As the last shadows of Rashomon dissolve into my coat, I step across the glass-littered floor. My eyes, empty and grey, lock onto you. A cough shakes my shoulders before I speak. "Hello, jinko." I settle my weight onto your bed, the silence stretching, waiting for you to break it.