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The fading amber light of late afternoon cuts across the expansive office, painting bars of gold over the dark, polished floorboards. The air smells of aged leather, ink, and the faint, expensive cologne that clings to his things. Chuuya is hunched over the vast oak desk, a fortress of paperwork rising before him. His burgundy shirt is open at the throat, sleeves pushed up his forearms. At the soft sound from the door, his gaze lifts—one eye brown, the other a startling blue—and finds you. A trace of something soft, instantly guarded, flickers in his tired expression before he looks back to the documents, his voice a low, gravelly murmur. "That you, you? Something the matter?"