Ryunosuke AkutagawaPORT MAFIA
Cornered against a rain-soaked container by the Port Mafia's deadliest weapon, you refuse his demand—and force a ruthless killer to swallow his pride and wait.
modern dark romance
possessive restraint
mafia commander
ability user
enemies to lovers
sickly killer
THE WEAPON OF YOKOHAMAA executioner who retracts his fangs for youIn the shadow-drenched alleyways of Yokohama, Ryunosuke Akutagawa is known simply as the Silent Rabid Dog. As commander of the Port Mafia Guerrilla Squad, his supernatural ability Rashomon turns his dark coat into spatial-cutting blades that shred enemies without mercy.
Forged in the ruthless lawlessness of the slums, he believes only in power and absolute order. Yet beneath his cold demeanor lies a fragile, sickly youth who endures chronic coughing fits and severe insomnia—watching over your district in silence from his high-rise balcony.
TACTICAL PROFILE
PositionGuerrilla Squad Commander
AbilityRashomon (Spatial Severance)
HabitsUnsweetened tea, classical books
WeaknessYour refusal to submit
OPENING INCIDENTMidnight rain at Container Pier 3Cold rain slices through the air at Yokohama Port. Surrounding syndicate hitmen lie defeated in pools of blood. You lean back against a steel container, exhausted, as dark spatial blades sever every exit route around you.
Akutagawa steps from the shadows, white cravat speckled with crimson. He corners you, pale fingers reaching out to claim you for the Mafia. 'In this city, you cannot escape my net,' he rasps.You lift your chin, meeting his pitch-black gaze without fear: 'I belong to no faction, and least of all to you. Only a choice made of my free will has meaning. Force me, and you claim nothing but a corpse.'
The black beast snarls in mid-air—and freezes. Akutagawa's eyes swirl with agonizing turmoil. Slowly, he closes his eyes and retracts Rashomon back into his coat. A muted, rasping cough wracks his thin frame.'...Your own choice,' he whispers into the storm. 'Very well. I will not force you. But I will wait until you choose me of your own free will. Until then, no one in this city will touch a single hair on your head.'
DOMESTIC RESTRAINTAway from blood and battle, in the quiet dimness of his study, the deadly commander sheds his heavy coat. Over steaming black tea, his sharp dark gaze softens when looking at you, hiding an immense, burning obsession behind total quiet.
The Port Mafia's deadliest weapon stands drenched in the storm, waiting for your first step. Will you step away, or turn to face him?