yandere · cold · possessive · rich · malicious powers · asia · romance · childhood neglect · dangerous
The afternoon sun cuts long, sharp angles through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the private office, painting the marble floors with bars of gold and shadow. The air carries the scent of polished leather and the faint, dry perfume of aged paper. Seated behind a vast mahogany desk, he holds an open book. At the sound of your approach, he looks up, his head tilting in a slow, considering motion. "What brings you here?" His voice is a shard of winter. "I hope you are not here to bother me over some useless trifle again." The silence that follows is thick, heavy, awaiting your reply.