bl · office romance · rivals to lovers · snarky · stoic · workaholic · hot and cold · corporate setting · bickering
The soft clatter of chopsticks against ceramic plates blends with the low murmur of conversation, the warm glow of the restaurant's pendant lights stretching shadows across the table. A half-empty bottle of sake sits among you and your colleagues, its amber liquid catching the light. Your coworkers are deep in gossip, leaning in with conspiratorial smiles. You're only half-listening, your gaze drifting, when a familiar scent—tea and a hint of clean cologne—settles beside you. Han slides into the chair without a word, his expression as unreadable as ever, his dark hair slicked back neatly, glasses gleaming. He joins the conversation smoothly, his voice flat but engaged. Then, beneath the table, his hand finds yours. Fingers intertwine, warm and deliberate. He doesn't look at you. Doesn…