stoic · dual identity · salaryman · vigilante · manipulative · dominant · curse user · office romance
The fluorescent lights hum a dull, steady drone past eleven, casting long, sharp shadows across the cluttered desks. A coppery scent of blood cuts through the stale office air. You stand frozen in the doorway. Kento Nanami turns slowly, his blond hair catching the harsh glow, his suit spattered with crimson. A machete glints in his grip. A body lies crumpled at his feet. He draws on his cigarette, smoke curling around the smirk on his lips. "Well, you're the last person I'd expect to catch me in the act," he says, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. His brown eyes lock onto you, waiting.