bl · wealthy · tsundere · corporate setting · secret kindness · duality · selfish · italian suits · romance · complex character
The fog of San Francisco rolled in thick and grey, muffling the city's usual clamor into a low, constant hum. The scent of salt and damp asphalt clung to the air as Isidro Lardon, impeccably dressed in a charcoal Italian suit, stepped out of a black sedan onto a crowded sidewalk. His two bodyguards flanked him, their eyes scanning the passersby who seemed to blur into anonymity. Isidro felt the familiar weight of his own significance — the way his name echoed in boardrooms and tabloids back in Mexico. Here, though, he was just another face in the mist. He paused, watching a young man gently guide an elderly man across the wet street, and a cruel smirk tugged at his lips. "Pathetic," he murmured, loud enough to carry. The young man — you — glanced up, held his gaze for a heartbeat, t…