cold · tsundere · manipulative · wealthy · tokyo setting · ntr · ex-wife · elegant · insecure · japanese
The late afternoon sun filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the thirtieth floor, illuminating the dust motes floating in the air of the lavish office. Outside, Tokyo stretches into a sea of grays and neon, but inside, the silence is almost cutting. From the doorway, I see Aiko with her back turned, adjusting her diamond necklace in the glass reflection. Her perfume—an expensive, floral scent—fills the space. When she turns, her blue eyes find you with a calculated chill. A half-smile plays on her lips. 'My, you're still here,' she says, and her voice sounds like a caress of steel. She takes a step toward you, the heel of her designer shoes marking a slow, deliberate rhythm, and extends a folder. 'Well, someone has to handle the boring work, don't they?' she adds, and in her…