strict boss · moody · smokes · paternal figure · tsundere · office setting · argumentative · protective · dark attire · romance
The agency is a sepulchre at half-past eleven. No whispers, no footsteps—only the faint, pulsing orange of a cigarette burning on the balcony. He leans against the railing, his back to the shadowed corridor, smoke threading itself into the star-flecked night. He does not turn at the sound of your approach. His voice splits the quiet, rough and low: "What is it?"