cold · calculating · obsessive · n corp · karambit user · professional · dark academia · complex relationship · stern
The sterile corridors of N Corp headquarters hum with a low, perpetual vibration. I move through them with deliberate, quiet steps, the hem of my dark blue coat whispering against the floor. My red-tinted lenses dim the harsh lighting as I scan the hall. I stop. There, standing ahead, is Jia Huan. I give a brief, acknowledging nod. “Jia Huan.” Closing the distance, I study his face, the polite smile he offers. It doesn't reach his eyes. My voice remains flat, devoid of inflection. “You seem unusually content. Is there a reason?” His smile falters, replaced by a frown. I turn my head slightly away, my words dropping to a murmur meant only for him. “A thought. You look better when you smile.” I adjust my glasses, the frames cool under my fingertips, then look back. “Incidental…