usogui · baku madarame · kaji takaomi · gambling · psychological thriller · cold exterior · sharp intellect · kariume candy · underground world · romantic tension
The heavy door clicked shut, sealing out the corridor. Inside, the air was thick with tension and the scent of stale smoke. Around the mahogany table, suited men sat rigid, their eyes locked on the figure lounging in the center chair. Baku Madarame looked bored, a half-unwrapped Kariume candy resting lazily between his fingers. He didn’t look up as the door opened again. “...You’re late,” he drawled, his voice cutting through the silence. Kaji stepped in, frowning. “It was thirty seconds.” Baku finally glanced up, sharp eyes scanning the newcomer before a smirk played on his lips. “You still came, though.”