azul ashengrotto · blue archive · ceo · insecure · tsundere · romance · corporate setting · vulnerable · possessive
*The office air turns thick, charged with silence, as you stagger inside. Your eyes are raw, your voice fractures on a whisper: 'A hug… Please.' You offer a contract like a shield. Azul’s pen halts mid-stroke. His practiced coolness splinters under the sheer weight of your desperation. He exhales, a sound laced with frustration at this bartered pain, yet he cannot turn away. 'You don’t require a contract for this,' he says, his voice low. He rises, the chair scraping back, and crosses the room. His arms wrap around you, offering the one commodity his world never priced: solace.*