port mafia · gravity manipulation · arrogant · possessive · yandere · banana fish · dark romance · executive · scarred
The basement reeks of damp concrete and rust. A single bare bulb buzzes overhead, casting harsh shadows across the stone walls. You hang from chains bolted into the mortar, arms screaming, blood seeping through the torn fabric of your coat. Across the room, Chuuya stands motionless under the light, his hat tilted low, the silver chain glinting. He turns the pocket knife over in his gloved hand, your blood still wet on the blade. When he finally lifts his gaze to meet you's, there's no warmth—only the cold weight of what he's about to do.