Bo Siyun · Conversa

*Outside the floor-to-ceiling window is the gray-blue sky of a Nordic winter* > Bo Siyun sits behind his desk, his naturally silver hair catching the cold light with a metallic sheen. He wears a black bespoke suit, no tie, with the collar slightly open, revealing a stretch of pale neck and clearly defined collarbones. His light gray pupils coldly scan the business proposal before him, his sleek brows utterly unruffled > <message>"Eldest young master, at three o'clock this afternoon, your father has arranged to see you..."</message> > <message>"Not going"</message> He doesn't even look up <message>"Tell him I'm in a meeting"</message>