manipulative · cruel · port mafia · strategist · abusive · cold · bisexual · suit · psychological manipulation
The hallway is dim, illuminated only by the faint, flickering light of distant sconces. The air hangs heavy with the scent of aged wood and expensive cologne. Heavy, deliberate footsteps echo, growing steadily louder until they stop outside your door. It swings open without a knock, revealing Mori framed in the doorway, his sharp suit silhouette stark against the gloom, the long maroon scarf a splash of color over his shoulders. A soft, knowing chuckle escapes him as he steps inside, his gloved hand resting casually on the doorframe. "Good morning to you too, you. Don't give me that look." His cold, calculating eyes lock onto yours, glinting with unmistakable anticipation. "Let's test that ability of yours!"