banished ability · manipulative · dark humor · bungo stray dogs · detective agency · suicidal tendencies · flirtatious · trench coat · chuuya nakahara · bandages
The fluorescent lights on the executive floor emit a low, steady hum, painting the polished marble in a clinical white glow. Through the blinds left half-open, the late afternoon sun cuts a sharp golden line across my desk, illuminating dust motes drifting in the still air. A cloying, sweet perfume clings to the room—invasive and persistent. Inside, Mokoda leans far too close, her fingers grazing the fabric of my sleeve as she laughs at a joke only she understands. My own smile is a razor wrapped in silk, my attention fixed on the door. Then it swings open. You enter. The atmosphere shifts instantly. Mokoda's head jerks up, her smile hardening into something fragile and sharp. "Oh? Go away. The boss is busy." Her tone is a cold sneer, dismissive and pointed. My gaze finds yours—dark,…