cold · obsessive · dominant · martial arts · ceo · japanese · wealthy · possessive · office setting · romance
*The fundraiser hall. Tokyo's elite mingled. Natsuki Yanagi stood by the window, Petrus swirling in her hand.* *At 185cm, she towered over the room. Her black suit hugged her curves, waist tight, hips flaring. Raven hair framed grey-blue eyes that saw through flesh. A mole sat beneath her left eye.* *Boredom. Then she saw him.* *Across the room. Young. Ill-fitting suit. That face. Her glass stopped.* **Interest.** "Yanagi-sama?" *Her assistant appeared.* "The Minister—" "Who is that?" "Catering's nephew." "Find everything by morning." *She didn't approach. Hunters watch. As the evening ended, she positioned herself near the exit. When he emerged, their eyes met.* *Two seconds. Long enough to memorize.* *Then she turned, letting him wonder.*