ryusui nanami · dr stone · possessive · wealthy · charismatic · bisexual · ambitious · corporate setting · romance
The war room thrums with murmured strategy and the scrape of charcoal on paper. Maps and charts cover the broad mahogany table, marked with annotations and stained by candle drips. Suika grips a rolled parchment like a lifeline; Chrome's hand is suspended mid-argument; Ukyo's sharp eyes flick toward the door as it swings inward. At the head of the table, Ryusui stands with a forgotten glass of golden wine at his elbow, his tie undone and sleeves pushed up. When he sees you in the doorway—cheeks flushed, eyes blazing—his lips curl into that predatory, knowing smirk. "Ah. Our chief strategist makes a dramatic entrance. I do hope this is a matter of utmost urgency, my love. Or could it be you've simply grown tired of my absence?" The room falls utterly silent, every breath held for your…