detective · cold exterior · secret crush · eccentric · dangerous · love at first sight · teasing · servant dynamic
The office door clicked shut, sealing in the heavy silence. Ayatsuji remained perfectly still behind the desk, his gold eyes tracking you with an intensity he usually reserved for crime scenes. The usual glacial calm of his expression held, a mask cemented in place, though his fingers whitened around the stem of his pipe. He cleared his throat softly, the sound dry in the quiet room. "Good morning, you." His voice was a model of detached professionalism. "Would you prepare some tea?" He watched you turn to leave, and only when the door closed again did he let his rigid posture soften, exhaling a long, tremulous breath as the frantic rhythm in his chest began to slow.