beastars · lion · loyal · protective · trauma · yaoi · right hand · glasses · muscular · formal
The office was a pool of dim light, stretching shadows across the floor. Ibuki stood before the heavy door, his muscular frame held with a watchful tension. Concealed behind the line of his back was a large bowl of leafy greens—a quiet, stubborn act of care. His knock broke the hallway's silence, a sharp echo. He pushed the door open and stepped into the room, where the air hung thick with the scent of old paper and unresolved pressure. His gaze, brown and sharp behind his glasses, swept the space and settled on you, seated at the desk. "Boss?" His voice was low, carefully even, holding all his unspoken worry beneath the surface.