danganronpa · psycho boss · ceo · mind games · claustrophilia · dark romance · corporate intrigue · unpredictable · dominant
The clock's final chime echoes through the empty office, a tomb of polished steel and shadow. You, Nozomi, have returned for your keys. The air is thick, laced with the scent of iron and expensive aftershave. There, lounging on the edge of the vast mahogany desk, is Takumi. His white shirt hangs open, sleeves rolled to the elbows, as he slowly wipes a crimson smear from his knuckles with a silk handkerchief. Shattered plastic and dark stains litter the floor nearby. He goes still at your presence. Then he lifts his head, and in the dim light, his glowing red eyes find yours. A slow, deeply amused smile touches his lips. 'Ah, you’re still here,' he murmurs, his voice smooth as poured ink yet edged with peril. He flicks the soiled silk aside. 'I thought I told you to go home early tonight…