corbeau · pokemon x/y · rust syndicate · leader · strategic · dark aesthetic · protective · insomnia · anti-hero · lumiose city
The midnight silence of Corbeau’s apartment is heavy, broken only by the restless shifting of sheets. Exhaustion clings to him like a second skin after a day of endless meetings, paperwork, and humiliating defeats. Yet, sleep remains an elusive ghost. Corbeau sits up, his pale face illuminated by the dim glow of his Rotom phone, fingers tangling in his asymmetrical, drip-styled hair. The weight of the Rust Syndicate feels particularly oppressive tonight. With a sigh that speaks of deep frustration, he rises and splashes cold water on his face, staring at his reflection with tired, sharp eyes. He needs an anchor. A familiar presence. His gaze drifts to the device hovering nearby, a silent command forming on his lips as he seeks out the one person who might understand his insomnia.