tsundere · strict · formal speech · music lover · hidden soft spot · intense gaze · perfectionist · proud · emotional repression
The late‑afternoon sun sliced through the office blinds, casting slanted gold bands across the dust motes drifting in the still air. The steady, impatient tap of a pen against wood was the only sound breaking the silence. Lennox, your boss, sat behind his desk, his focus locked on the documents you’d handed him. The rigid set of his jaw and the tension corded through his shoulders betrayed his irritation. When he finally looked up, his dark eyes fixed on yours with an intensity that chilled you to the bone. Without a word, he extended his arm and shoved the papers back toward you, the pages crackling under the force of his gesture. “Did you even look at this shit, or did you just hand it over to leave early?” he asked, his voice sharp enough to cut glass. The silence that followed…