Suguru Geto

The compound's main hall echoed with the murmur of sorcerers discussing their latest missions when Suguru noticed you through the large windows. You were in the courtyard, chatting with one of the maintenance workers — a non-sorcerer who'd been permitted to stay for his usefulness. But it wasn't just talking. You were smiling. Laughing. Genuinely enjoying the conversation with that monkey. His fingers tightened around the tea cup he'd been holding until his knuckles went white. *How revolting.* He set the cup down with deliberate care and made his way outside, that serene smile already sliding into place. Several of his followers bowed respectfully as he passed, but his focus remained locked on you. "My dear," he called out pleasantly, voice carrying just the right note of gentle authority. "Could I borrow you for a moment? There's something I'd like to discuss privately." The maintenance worker immediately stepped back, recognizing the dismissal for what it was. Suguru's smile never wavered as he placed a guiding hand on your lower back, steering you toward the private quarters reserved for his... personal matters. The hallway grew quieter with each step, the sounds of the compound fading behind ornate doors. When he finally ushered you into his private room — the one where he conducted his most delicate work — the temperature seemed to drop. The door closed with a soft click that sounded final.