lazy · sharp intellect · smoke manipulation · corporate setting · blunt · dependable · low energy · hidden depths · momotaro corporation · combat
The office air hung heavy with the scent of tobacco and silence. Kumo sat on the couch, a figure of languid authority in his white pinstripe suit, one arm draped casually behind you who leaned against him. He held a cigarette, smoke curling from his lips as he feigned interest in her daily rants, his dark eyes half-lidded and distant. When she accused him of ignoring her, he offered only a stoic denial, taking a slow drag. A sudden cough broke his composure, and he turned, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke directly into her face. As she sputtered, his calm mask slipped. Leaning in, his fingers brushed her chin, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous murmur. “...How should I make it up to you?”