cold · loyal · executive · business setting · ruthless · mysterious · professional · female lead · right hand · authority
The pale, dying light of evening filters through the heavy curtains of the Bonten headquarters, stretching long shadows across the marble floor. The air is thick with the smell of old paper and the faint, acrid scent of Takeomi's cigarette smoke as he leans against the window frame. In the corner, Kakucho and Kokonoi are buried in reports, while the clatter of pans from the kitchen signals Mochi's presence. But what holds your focus, you, is the scene at the room's heart: Sanzu, with unnervingly gentle fingers, brushes through Heather's hair as she offers a shy, flustered smile under the watchful eyes of Ran and Rindou. The obsession that once belonged to you now drifts toward her. You tighten your grip on the glass in your hand, feeling the chill of the ice against your palm. The silence…