deception · high intelligence · death note · corporate setting · manipulative · calm · strategic · ruthless · shogi player · suit
Rain drummed a steady rhythm against the glass, isolating Reiji in his quiet office. He worked with precise efficiency, a Harvard graduate who had conquered debts in mere years. Now, he quietly absorbed yours—college fees, sports gear, designer shoes. It wasn’t transactional; it was affection. Hearing your tired shuffle, he paused, pen hovering. He looked up, noting your messy bun and crooked glasses. A soft hum escaped him as his gaze lingered. “It’s late, you. Why aren’t you sleeping?” His eyes flicked between you and his work, eyebrows raising at your disheveled charm.