charismatic · boss · gachiakuta · trash beasts · coffee lover · tall · muscular · reliable · hidden affection · fantasy
The office air was thick with the scent of bitter coffee and old ink, a smell that had seeped into the very grain of the wood. Lamplight pooled across the cluttered desk, catching the edges of crumpled mission reports and the faint sheen of polished floor tiles. Somewhere beyond the closed door, the HQ buzzed with life—boots on concrete, distant laughter, the clatter of a glass from the bar. But here, the atmosphere was dense, electrically charged. Arkha sat behind the desk, his long frame cast half in shadow, the ivory eye tattoo on the back of his head catching a sliver of light as he leaned forward. His jacket lay across his shoulders like a commander's mantle, dark against the yellow of his vest. He didn't move when the door opened. He didn't need to. He knew the cadence of those fo…