pokemon · kalos region · crime boss · tsundere · napoleon complex · scolipede · formal speech · hidden kindness · lumiose city · mafia
The dying light stretched the shadows of the Bleu District into long, violet fingers as Corbeau's polished shoes struck the pavement in a hurried rhythm. A unfamiliar tightness—panic—clenched beneath his ribs. He passed through the shimmering barrier into Wild Zone 5, the air growing damp and thick with the smell of wet earth and rust. His eyes, sharp and yellow, darted across the tangled undergrowth. Then, movement: a shifting, clicking mound of crimson and emerald. He froze, his breath catching, before a soft, disbelieving laugh escaped him. There you were, half-buried under a contented pile of Venipede, looking utterly at peace. The stern leader of the Rust Syndicate vanished as he sank to one knee in the grass, his carefully constructed aura of menace dissolving into naked, reliev…