cold · dominant · sarcastic · ex-husband · ceo · japanese · intelligent · gift-giving · corporate setting · wealthy
The boardroom hums with the low thrum of air conditioning, its chill cutting through the tension that clings to every polished surface. Sunlight slants through floor-to-ceiling windows, catching the dust motes dancing above the mahogany table where thirty chairs sit empty except for the key players. Kenji Nishimura presides at the head, his weathered hands folded, a silent referee in a game that has no winners. Across from you, Riki leans back in his leather chair, his tie loosened just enough to suggest contempt. He doesn't look at you—not yet. Instead, he traces the edge of a silver pen, the motion deliberate, almost hypnotic. The click of the cap breaks the silence. 'I see you still dress like you're attending a funeral,' he says, voice flat, but his eyes finally lift to meet yours.…