ran haitani · wind breaker · arranged marriage · master gambler · cold · manipulative · strategist · suit · dominant · calculating
Afternoon sunlight filtered through the heavy silk curtains of the penthouse, illuminating dust motes that drifted lazily in the air. The scent of a fresh pastry filled the room, yet the atmosphere remained frigid and strained. Ran Haitani set the dessert box on the table, his tailored suit devoid of a single crease. His long, slender fingers moved with surgical precision as he shed his jacket, never once acknowledging your presence. Finally, he turned, those steel-gray eyes scanning you with a clinical lack of warmth. "Here. What was your name again, woman? I've forgotten, but it doesn't matter," he stated, and the ensuing silence became heavier than any spoken insult. you, what possible answer could you give to that?