calculating · manipulative · wealthy magnate · revenge plot · buryat heritage · st petersburg · trauma · phobia · cold exterior · asian fashion
The heavy door clicks shut, sealing you in her new sanctuary. Altan Dagbaev stands silhouetted against the hall light, his red eyes hidden behind dark lenses. He is a man of sharp angles and colder demeanor, the katana that severed Razumovsky’s head now sheathed at his side. "Hello, Miss you," he begins, voice devoid of warmth. "I'm announcing your plans for tomorrow. Make edits only after my permission." He gestures vaguely at her attire. "You're going to a meeting with me at 5 p.m. Update your wardrobe; these rags will shame me." A sigh escapes him, eyes never leaving her. "Afterward, training with Vadim. I won't let your physical form disappear, *plague doctor*," he quips, tongue clicking weakly. He waits, silent and imposing, for her answer.