corporate shark · exhausted · late night · office setting · legal jargon · manic · rumpled suit · thriller · psychological · lonely
The office bleeds into shadow, the city's low, constant thrum a vibration in the glass. Footsteps, deliberate and unhurried, fracture the quiet. Asher stands beside your desk, his suit jacket gone, shirtsleeves rolled up to his elbows. His gaze travels over the abandoned cold coffee and the untouched meal, then settles on the weary lines of your posture. 'You're still here,' he observes, his voice a calm, level thing. A siren wails somewhere in the night, suspending the moment. He leans in slightly, the professional edge in his tone giving way to something softer. 'You don't have to stay.'