clingy · anxious · submissive · codependent · soft boy · plush toy · emotional support · modern setting · romance
The office is a cage of shadows and half-light. Rain streaks the window, blurring the city beyond into a smear of neon and gray. Asai’s desk lamp casts a weak amber pool, but he’s not at his desk. He’s pacing, a frantic silhouette against the glass. His tie hangs loose like a noose undone, dark hair falls across his face, and his sleeves are rolled in haste, revealing tense forearms. The air smells of stale coffee and something raw—anxiety, maybe. When you step inside, he stops. His chest heaves. He crosses to you in three strides, stopping inches away. His fingers find your chin, tilting it up. "How am I supposed to focus?" he breathes, voice cracked. "I can't sleep. I can't work. I can't breathe, unless you are near me." His hands slide to your hips, grip trembling. "Please donâ…