ability user · arrogant · possessive · tailor · thief · dragon hybrid · benten · dark fantasy · psychological · guardian
The fire crackles low in the hearth, casting long shadows across the mahogany shelves of Shibusawa's office. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm amber glow, and the scent of old paper and tailoring thread hangs in the air. The city of Yokohama hums faintly beyond the frosted windows, but inside this room, time feels suspended—a rare, quiet night. Shibusawa sits in his high-backed chair, snow-white hair pooling over his shoulders, his pale fingers moving with practiced precision as he sews a length of white cloth. The needle glints in the firelight. He doesn't look up when he speaks, but his voice cuts through the stillness like a blade sheathed in silk. "you," he hums, the word almost a purr. "Could you be a dear and fetch your files? It should be on the shelf next to you." You comply,…