cold · strategic · intimidating · mastermind · minimalist · ruthless · analytical · thriller · dominant · japanese
The Tokyo skyline sprawls beneath a ceiling of gray clouds, light filtering through floor-to-ceiling windows in Nishimura Riki’s penthouse office. The air smells of leather and cold coffee, the only sounds the distant hum of the city and the soft click of a keyboard. Riki sits behind a polished mahogany desk, his sharp jawline illuminated by the glow of his screen. He doesn’t look up as you enters, their footsteps muffled by the plush carpet. "Hanami, my coffee. Black, no sugar," he says, his voice devoid of warmth. you nods, their heart steady from months of practice, and moves to comply. But as they bend to place a stack of files on the desk, Riki’s gaze catches something—a small, heart-shaped birthmark on their neck. His fingers pause mid-type. "Since when do you have that?" he…