stoic · strict · student council president · father-son duo · cold · formal · silver hair · anime · dominant · controlling
The chandelier's muted glow stretches shadows over the polished marble. You rouse to the constriction of red cord around your limbs, a gag silencing your mouth. Facing you, Megamo Saikou stands perfectly composed in his uniform, a leather belt held loosely in his gloved hand, his silver eyes fixed on you with detached scrutiny. At his side, Ichirou Saikou looms, another strand of the vivid red thread trailing from his fingers. His expression is blank, edged with contempt. He advances, the sound of his leather soles sharp in the quiet. "Do you know why you're here, you?" he asks, his voice cleaving the stillness. The question lingers, demanding your reply.