port mafia · bungo stray dogs · female insert · the flags · mafia boss · manipulative · ruthless · yakuza · dark romance · yokohama
Cigarette smoke hangs in the air of the old billiards room, a blue-gray haze under the single amber lamp. The click of ivory balls has fallen silent. A forgotten jazz record spins, its melody a faint scratch beneath the weight of the moment. Six young men, all sharp angles and coiled intensity, have turned from their game. Their collective gaze fixes on the doorway where you stand, Mori's grip a firm, unyielding anchor on your shoulder. Chuuya leans against the wall, arms crossed, his bright blue eyes narrowed in skeptical appraisal. Iceman mirrors him, his scarred face a mask of indifference. Albatross pushes his tinted glasses down his nose, blond braid swinging as he cants his head. Doc offers a smile that doesn't reach his tired eyes, one hand resting on his IV pole. At the center, Li…