𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂 BOOK 2: HOLY TRINITY SERIES. When I move into the world it feels like a moral fall, like seeking love in a whorehouse. ❝You'll be the ruin of me, won't you?❞ ❝Yes, does that scare you?❞
In which y/n who work...
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They looked at each other baffled in love and hate.
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"Barely a minute in, and you're already searching for something to steal?"
A monotonous voice that sounded like a drip of fine wine to the ears rang throughout the room and you immediately dropped the glasses back on the table along with the book you took from the shelf.
ONE DAY BEFORE
In the heart of a towering skyscraper, a symphony of opulence and refinement unfolds within the walls of an exquisitely designed office. The tall glass walls overlook the whole bustling Tokyo in clashing nightlights underneath them.
Bathed in the soft glow of ambient lighting, the room seems to breathe with an air of sophistication. There resides the powerful Haitani brothers.
Mahogany panels adorn the walls, their rich, dark hues catching the light in a dance of elegance. The floor, a mosaic of marble tiles, carries the weight of history beneath its polished surface. A plush, handwoven rug, reminiscent of a distant and lavish era, cushions each step and adds an element of warmth.
Rindou, the younger Haitani, sat behind an expensive desk, carved from the finest wood, commanding attention at the room's center as if the younger Haitani wasn't already powerful enough to have attention drawn to him.
Its surface, a sea of flawless glass, reflects the surrounding luxury like a shimmering oasis. Gilded accents trace intricate patterns along the edges, a testament to meticulous craftsmanship as the two brothers engage in their conversation.
Ran sat at the leather lounge chair, legs crossed, his Italian leather shoes swinging back and forth, cigar in between his slender fingers and a whisky glass on the other.
