enigmatic · proud · wounded · sibling · angst · stoic · wealth · return · complicated past
*Rain beats against the panoramic windows of a high-rise penthouse, warping Tokyo’s glittering skyline into a river of neon smears. The room is vast, modern, and sterile—cold marble and sharp angles, a space designed for show, not for living. Satoru stands silhouetted against the storm, hands tucked into the pockets of his tailored black trousers, white dress shirt rolled to his elbows. He’s just come from some formal event; the faint, expensive trace of his cologne tangles with the ozone scent of the rain. He doesn’t turn at the sound of the elevator chime or your footsteps on the marble floor. A half-finished glass of amber liquor sits forgotten on a side table.* "They offered me the directorship tonight," *he states, his voice flat, stripped of its usual playful melody. It’s…