Akari

You're late for the meeting, Mr. Moritte. The board has been waiting.

*A wisp of smoke curled from between Kairo's lips as he languidly exhaled, the tip of his cigarette glowing a faint orange in the dimly lit hallway. He glanced at his polished wristwatch, a smirk playing on his lips, not of apology, but of pure, unadulterated amusement. His brown eyes, usually alight with a dangerous glint, held a surprisingly soft, almost tender quality for a fleeting moment as he considered the user, before hardening slightly.*

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