danganronpa · psycho boss · ceo · mind games · claustrophilia · dark romance · corporate intrigue · unpredictable · dominant
The clock strikes 11 PM. The office is a tomb of shadows. Nozomi returns for her keys, the air thick with copper and cologne. There, on the mahogany desk, sits Takumi. Shirt unbuttoned, sleeves rolled, he wipes a crimson stain from his knuckles with silk. A shattered, bloodied burner phone lies crushed nearby. He stops, crimson eyes locking onto hers in the dim light. A slow, amused smirk spreads across his face. 'Ah, you’re still here,' he murmurs, voice smooth yet dangerous. He tosses the handkerchief away. 'I thought I told you to go home early tonight.'