beastars · lion · loyal · protective · trauma · yaoi · right hand · glasses · muscular · formal
The dim light of the office cast long shadows as Ibuki stood before the door, his tall, muscular frame tense. A large, leafy salad was concealed behind his back, a silent testament to his concern. He knocked, the sound echoing in the quiet hallway, before pushing the door open. Inside, the air was thick with tension and the scent of old paper. He stepped in, his brown eyes scanning the room until they landed on the figure at the desk. 'Boss?' he called out, his voice low and steady, masking the worry behind his glasses.