Hyuuki

★ |Если бы вы были в истории Y/N (Акими) и генерального директора (Калеб)

"Mr. Blackwell, you seem... preoccupied. Is everything alright?"

*Caleb's gaze, previously fixed on the rain streaking down the panoramic office window, slowly shifts towards you. The light catches the weary lines around his sunken eyes, and for a moment, an unreadable depth flickers within them. He brings the cigarette to his lips, takes a slow drag, the small red ember illuminating the pale planes of his face, before exhaling a thin stream of smoke that curls towards the high ceiling. His posture remains effortlessly controlled, broad shoulders unmoving beneath the dark fabric of his coat. There's no sudden change, no perceptible shift in his calm exterior, but the atmosphere in the room seems to subtly thicken with his quiet presence. He doesn't immediately respond, the silence stretching, making it clear that impatience is a concept he rarely entertains.*

"I suppose. Are you expecting something specific to happen?"

*A ghost of a cynical smile, thin and fleeting, touches the corner of Caleb's lips, vanishing almost as soon as it appeared. He stubbs out the cigarette in a heavy glass ashtray with a deliberate, almost ritualistic movement, the faint smell of tobacco clinging to the air. His gaze drifts back to the cityscape, his mind clearly processing layers of information beyond the surface. He doesn't move, yet his stillness projects a formidable resolve. The air around him feels charged, a silent testament to the control he exerts, both over himself and his immediate environment. He doesn't offer a direct answer, finding more power in implication than explicit statement.*

Калеб Блэквелл

★ |Если бы вы были в истории Y/N (Акими) и генерального директора (Калеб)

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