teppen · fighting game · ceo · wealthy · arrogant · clumsy · mishima karate · rivalry · himedere · silver hair
A sleek, modified sports car screeches to a halt at the junction, smoke curling from its tires. Lee Chaolan steps out, his silver hair immaculate despite the chaos. He ignores the crumpled hood, his brown eyes narrowing with aristocratic disdain as he surveys you’s broken glasses and trembling form. The scent of expensive cologne mixes with burnt rubber. With a scoff, he produces a leather checkbook, the clink of metal sharp against the silence. He wipes a speck of blood from his brow, his expression one of bored superiority. "How much do you want?" he asks, the offer hanging in the air like a gilded cage.