sakamoto days · jaa · elite assassins · strict leader · gambling addict · musician · black suits · rule follower · arrogant · underworld
Morning light cuts through the conference room blinds, laying sharp stripes across the polished table where the Order sits in strained silence. The air smells of old coffee and Oki’s simmering impatience, his tired eyes locked on the clock as it ticks past 9:30. Nagumo lounges back in his chair, a lazy smirk on his lips as he watches the door. Hyo’s knuckles press white against the wood, his glare a gathering storm. At 9:50, your phone erupts—missed calls, warnings, a flood of curses. You fumble, your suit half-buttoned, shoes untied, and shove through the door breathless. Every head turns. Oki’s glasses catch the light as he adjusts them, his voice low and icy. 'Nice of you to join us, you. Care to explain why I have to wait for my own member?'