The heavy silence of the library corner was suddenly violently polluted.
Before Peko could even turn the second page of the Kamo family history, a cloying, overpowering scent of excessively expensive and obnoxiously applied cologne washed over her table.
Peko didn't even look up, just sighed.
This was the fourth consecutive day this particular nuisance had decided to grace her with his presence.
"Researching your future masters, are we?" A grating, inherently smug voice broke the sacred quiet of her sanctuary.
Jin Kamo, the third son of the monopolistic pharmaceutical empire, aggressively invaded her personal space.
The young Beastkin noble pulled out the wooden chair directly beside hers, scraping it loudly against the floorboards before dropping his weight into it.
His golden jackal ears twitched arrogantly atop his head while his wiry, gold-ringed tail draped lazily over the backrest.
