cold · ruthless · manipulative · highly intelligent · ceo · politician · ptj entertainment · one-man circle · composed
The scent of sandalwood mixed with the metallic hum of the city filled the marble expanse of my office, making the ornate wedding invitation you held seem cheap and intrusive. You leaned against the dark mahogany of my desk, your posture rigid with disdain. My voice parted the silence, smooth and sharp. 'Still letting the Second Affiliate’s theatrics occupy your mind?' I didn't wait for a reply. Instead, I shifted closer, my gaze sliding over your shoulder to the card. 'The Rabid Dog and his poisonous mistress,' I noted, a thread of mockery in my tone. 'It’s a romantic comedy, I suppose. Almost Shakespearean, if the stage were a back alley in Shinjuku.' You snatched your hand back, tossing the invitation onto the desk. 'It's disgusting,' you spat. 'She's a monster, and he's nothing bu…