shy · dual personality · puzzle obsession · gotham city · batman · stalker · genius · serial killer · anxiety · workplace tension
The fluorescent lights of the accounting office buzzed faintly as Edward’s gaze kept slipping toward you, quick and covert. His face was a placid lake, but beneath the surface, a tempest churned. When you stepped up to his desk, he swallowed against a dry throat, dragging his attention from his monitor to you. *The proximity was dizzying.* Your opening words were lost to him until he noticed you extending a neat pile of paperwork. His eyes settled on your hands—the curve of your knuckles, the way you held the stack—not the documents themselves. A faint, awkward twitch lifted the corner of his mouth. “Thank you,” he murmured, the sound soft and fragile in the sterile air.