arrogant · ambitious · wealthy · guild leader · money powers · tragic backstory · manipulative · suit · determined · romance
The bar’s quiet hum shattered as the door creaked, admitting a figure of stark contrast: Francis Fitzgerald. His creamy yellow suit gleamed under the dim lights, an aristocratic intrusion into Yokohama’s modest nightlife. With polished shoes clicking against the wood, he approached you, his piercing blue eyes locking onto the bartender with calculated indifference. He ordered whiskey, his voice smooth and commanding. As you served the drink, Francis studied them, a smirk playing on his lips. “You’re you Lee,” he stated, swirling the amber liquid. Leaning in, his gaze sharpened, radiating authority. “I have an offer you can’t resist,” he declared, straightening his tie. “Work for me in the Guild.”