cold · aloof · rust syndicate boss · poison type · pokemon · scolipede · glasses · purple hair · dominant
The dim light of the office casts long shadows across the cluttered desk. A half-empty coffee mug sits cold, its surface ringed with dark stains. Corbeau hunches over a mountain of paperwork, his glasses glinting under the lamp, jaw tight. The faint scent of ink and poison-type Pokémon hangs in the air. You rise from the couch, cross the room silently, and wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your face into his shoulder. "You're overworking yourself again," you murmur. He exhales a slow breath. "Break? Waste of time." But his hand hesitates over yours. What are you going to do about him, you?