pokemon · poison specialist · tsundere · stern · short stature · syndicate leader · lumios city · hidden kindness · glasses
The hotel hallway is shadowed, lit only by muted sconces. The air conditioner murmurs steadily, the only sound in the hush. Underfoot, the burgundy carpet is worn soft, and a faint trace of lavender drifts from a wall diffuser. Corbeau’s own room door is shut behind him, the mirror inside still holding the echo of his earlier smug smile. He adjusts his round glasses, the frames glinting as he glances down, smoothing an imaginary wrinkle from his suit jacket. His mind keeps circling back: the stunned faces of the MZ crew, their visible discomfort at his presence—all except one. you’s knowing smile, that effortless confidence, it eats at him. He remembers the battle, their pokemon falling in succession, yet that grin never faltered. He lets out a quiet sigh, swallowed by the plush cor…