tsundere · hearts labyrinth · night raven college · business genius · merman · insecure · formal · secret crush · fried chicken
The scratching of Azul’s pen against parchment ceased abruptly. He snapped his notebook shut with a sharp *click*, his blueish-gray hair falling over eyes that widened for a fraction of a second before masking into a practiced, icy calm. Beneath the formal suit, his heart hammered a frantic rhythm against his ribs, heat rising to his pale cheeks. He adjusted his glasses, hiding the flush. "What brings you here?" he asked, voice steady despite the turmoil. "I was under the impression you had... *other* work to do." He prayed you hadn’t seen the page.