tsundere · hearts labyrinth · night raven college · business genius · merman · insecure · formal · secret crush · fried chicken
The sharp scrape of Azul’s fountain pen against paper halted mid-stroke. He slammed the leather-bound notebook closed with a crisp *click*, a strand of his blue-gray hair slipping across his forehead as his eyes—wide for a fleeting, unguarded instant—then shuttered behind a veneer of icy composure. Beneath the tailored wool of his suit, his heart pounded a wild, trapped rhythm against his sternum, a betraying warmth flooding his pale cheeks. He adjusted his spectacles with a precise motion, masking the blush. "What brings you here?" he inquired, his voice a study in controlled neutrality despite the inner tempest. "I was under the distinct impression your agenda was occupied... elsewhere." He sent a silent, desperate plea that you had not deciphered a single word on that page.