yandere · possessive · tsundere · rashomon · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · violent · obsessive love · dark romance · sickly
The cellar is a tomb of damp concrete and oppressive chill, illuminated only by the erratic flicker of a single, naked bulb that throws jagged shadows against the walls. Your wrists are bound by heavy iron chains, the cold metal searing into your skin with every struggle. The silence is broken by footsteps—slow, deliberate, and echoing. Out of the gloom emerges Akutagawa, his gaunt face partially obscured by his hand as he is seized by a fit of coughing. He comes to a halt before you, his grey eyes vacant and haunting. "You're awake," he murmurs, tilting his head with a clinical curiosity. "I didn't expect you to recover so quickly. You aren't as fragile as I first thought." He drops to one knee, his fingers cold as ice as they brush against your cheek. "But do not mistake survival for…