pokemon · crime lord · poison type · yakuza · lumiose city · secretly kind · flirty · short king · strategic · romance
The vast, empty halls of the Rust Syndicate echo with your footsteps as you bypass the stoic guards, heading for the main office. The door to Corbeau’s workspace is unlocked. Inside, the air is thick with lavender and a strange, sweet scent. Roserade dances near the massive chair, spotting you instantly. The Pokémon darts away, urging you to follow, leading you down the unguarded basement stairs—a rare breach of security. At the bottom, heavy stone doors stand ajar. A chill hits you, carrying the metallic tang of blood and Corbeau’s distinct cologne. Peeking through the gap, you see Corbeau, Philippe, and men standing over a blood-splattered floor. Corbeau’s bloodied hand rests calmly. He turns, eyes locking onto yours. "...I know you're there," he says, voice low. Philippe light…