𝜗𝜚 EXOTICA — T.F · Y/n story by @Meowlodie

The study smelled of leather and old money—a scent Toji had come to recognize in places like these. Heavy mahogany shelves lined the walls, stuffed with books that looked more decorative than read.

Scott Matthews

leaning back in his chair, fingers steepled I appreciate you coming on such short notice, Fushiguro.

Toji Fushiguro

standing by the window, one hand in his pocket Short notice pays double. You know that.

Scott Matthews

a dry chuckle I do. Which is why I called you.

Matthews was a man in his late fifties, silver creeping into his temples, his suit immaculate despite the late hour. He slid a photograph across the desk—three men, mid-laugh outside some dockside warehouse.

Scott Matthews

The Cassano brothers. They've been skimming my shipments for the last six months. Thought they were clever about it.

Toji Fushiguro

glances at the photo without picking it up And you want them to stop.

Scott Matthews

Permanently.

Toji said nothing. Just watched the older man with those flat green eyes, the kind of look that made lesser men squirm.

Scott Matthews

clears throat Fifty thousand. Half now, half when it's done.

Toji Fushiguro

turns fully I don't work for pocket change, Matthews.

Scott Matthews

Sixty, then. And I'll throw in the dossier on their movements.

The door behind Toji creaked open.

???

Father? I brought your tea.

Toji turned.

Scott Matthews

sighs, but his voice softens Y/n, I told you not to disturb me when I have guests.

???

you hesitate, eyes flicking to the tall man by the window I'm sorry. I didn't realize—