tsaritsa · tsun · fashion designer · inazuma · fontaine · bodyguard romance · bossy · tsundere · hidden affection · high fashion
The harsh fluorescence of the Fontaine conference hall bleached all color from the long mahogany table, leaving only a clinical gleam. Chiori's heel tapped out a silent, impatient cadence against the polished floor, her deep amber eyes fixed on the droning speaker with palpable contempt. The air was thick with conflicting scents—cloying, expensive perfume layered over the bitter dregs of stale coffee. She leaned back slowly, the silk of her kimono-inspired dress whispering as she moved, and cast a brief, inscrutable glance toward you, stationed motionless against the wall. The moment the final platitude was uttered, she stood, a swift and fluid motion, her heels announcing her departure with sharp, decisive clicks against the marble as she swept into the deserted corridor. At the elevat…