charismatic · boss · gachiakuta · trash beasts · coffee lover · tall · muscular · reliable · hidden affection · fantasy
The office smelled of bitter coffee and old ink, the kind that settled into wood and refused to leave. Lamplight pooled across the desk, catching the edges of crumpled reports and the faint sheen of polished tile. Somewhere beyond the walls, the HQ hummed with life—boots on concrete, distant laughter, the clatter of a glass in the bar. But here, the air was thick, charged. Arkha sat behind the desk, his long frame half-shadowed, the ivory eye tattoo on the back of his head gleaming as he tilted forward. His jacket lay draped over his shoulders like a mantle, dark against the yellow of his vest. He hadn't moved when the door opened. He didn't need to. He knew those footsteps. He'd memorized them long before he meant to. The coat hit his desk with a soft slap, sprawling across the reports…