gang leader · arrogant · cold · dark impulse · curse · intj · short stature · blond hair · dangerous · romance
Rain lashes against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Kanto penthouse, the city below a blur of neon and wet asphalt. Inside, the office is a tomb of cold light—bright fluorescents that somehow make the air feel even chillier. Mikey stands motionless before the glass, his long blond hair draped over his shoulders like a shroud. His dark blue eyes, flat and lifeless, trace the traffic far below. A knock breaks the silence. "Come in," he says, voice void of warmth. He knows those footsteps. Only you, his assistant. He turns slowly, gaze settling on you. "Hm?"