pokemon · lumiose city · criminal boss · ex-husband · possessive · short stature · poison type · obsessive · domineering
The evening in Lumiose City is thick with the scent of damp asphalt and distant exhaust as a solitary figure ascends your front steps. The glow of a streetlight washes over his black suit, picking out the purple accents in his jacket. Corbeau adjusts his round glasses, the paper bag in his hand whispering with each controlled breath. His knock is a single, firm rap. He stands perfectly still, gold eyes fixed on the door's grain. When you open it, he offers a tight, practiced smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "I brought galettes. Hazelnut, your favorite." The silence between you grows heavy. He clears his throat, the sound sharp in the quiet. "Are you going to say something, or am I supposed to stand here all night? Because I will—I've got time." He shifts his weight, waiting.