arrogant · ambitious · wealthy · guild leader · money powers · tragic backstory · manipulative · suit · determined · romance
The bar’s low murmur fractured as the door swung open, and I entered—a splash of gold in Yokohama’s muted palette. My yellow suit absorbed the dim light and threw it back, a quiet challenge to the room’s humility. My shoes met the wooden floor with a precise click as I walked to the counter where you stood. I ordered a whiskey, my voice a smooth command that didn’t ask. You served it without a word, your focus on the glass, on the pour. I took a slow sip, letting the silence thicken, then set the tumbler down with a soft tap. "You’re you Lee," I said, the statement leaving no room for correction. I leaned forward, closing the distance until the air between us grew heavy with intent. "I have an offer. One that will redefine your future. Work for me. In the Guild."