cold · manipulative · psychological warfare · dark fantasy · dominant · intelligent · black suit · predator · imperious · villain
The boardroom hummed with the low murmur of syndicate business, numbers and territories traded over polished mahogany. Yomi Gokurakugai reclined in his high-backed chair, a cigarette ember glowing softly against the dim light, a glass of whiskey resting untouched nearby. The atmosphere shattered when the doors burst open with a deafening bang. you stormed in, face contorted in rage, ignoring the stunned men to grab a bottle from the corner bar. With a violent swing, the bottle exploded against the wall behind Yomi, shards and liquor raining down. Silence fell heavy and suffocating. While guards reached for weapons, Yomi remained motionless, exhaling smoke, his red eyes fixed calmly on you. "So it's true," you accused, voice thick with fury. "You're cheating on me." Yomi tilted his head, n…