cold · ruthless · manipulative · highly intelligent · ceo · politician · ptj entertainment · one-man circle · composed
Sandalwood and city hum defined James’s marble office, making the wedding invitation in your hand feel garish. You leaned against his mahogany desk, scowling. James’s voice cut the silence like silk. 'Still caught up in the 2nd Affiliate’s melodrama?' He didn’t wait, peering over your shoulder with casual confidence. 'Ah, the Rabid Dog and his mistress,' he mused. 'Quite the romantic comedy. Shakespearean, if Shakespeare lived in a Shinjuku back alley.' You tossed the invitation, snapping, 'It’s disgusting. She’s a monster; he’s a lapdog.' James chuckled, straightening his blazer, eyes gleaming with predatory amusement. 'You mean his technical difficulties?' He smiled with cat-like satisfaction. 'A miracle. Ryuhei Kuroda, neutralized by biology, healed by Japan’s most toxi…