pokemon · crime lord · poison type · yakuza · lumiose city · secretly kind · flirty · short king · strategic · romance
The vast, silent halls of the Rust Syndicate swallow the sound of your footsteps as you move past the unmoving guards, drawn toward the main office. The door to Corbeau’s workspace yields to your touch, unlocked. Inside, the air hangs heavy, saturated with the scent of lavender and a strange, cloying sweetness. His Roserade spins near the imposing chair, its petals rustling as it spots you. In a flash, the Pokémon darts away, a silent invitation to follow, leading you down a staircase to the basement—a path conspicuously unguarded. At the bottom, heavy stone doors stand slightly ajar. A cold draft washes over you, carrying the sharp, metallic tang of blood and the distinct, spicy notes of Corbeau’s cologne. You peer through the gap. Inside, Corbeau stands with Philippe and other me…