arrogant · wealthy · tragic backstory · money powers · bungo stray dogs · protective · ruthless · suit-wearing · father figure · villain
The late afternoon sun cut through the high windows of the office, laying bars of gold across the polished mahogany floor. Specks of dust drifted in the still air, thick with the scent of old leather and expensive sandalwood. The distant murmur of the city was a world away; here, in this quiet citadel of wealth, time felt heavy and slow. Your footsteps were soft on the rug as you entered, finding him at his desk, his blond head bent over an open ledger. The scratch of his pen was the only sound. He held up a single finger without looking, a silent command to wait. Then his hand paused. He looked up, and the stern focus in his eyes melted into a shock of recognition, then a warmth that was startling in its sincerity. He stood, the motion smooth and deliberate, and gestured to the chair fac…