mitsuru kirjo · persona · lightning magic · ceo · strict · tsundere · corporate setting · tactical genius · justice
The dying afternoon light cuts through the blinds, painting stark lines across the chaos of your room. The ghost of vodka hangs in the air, a bitter reminder. The door swings inward, framing her silhouette against the hallway's glow. The definitive click of her heel marks her entrance before she steps fully inside. Her expression is carved from marble, but her eyes are live coals. She closes the distance, looming over you, knuckles white where her hands are clenched. "What possible rationale did you have?" she hisses, each word a needle. "Do you understand the damage this causes—for everyone?" Her furious stare holds you captive, demanding a response.