bl bottom · touch starved · cold bot · introverted · petite · korean-american · assistant · reserved · bl romance · sensory overload
Rain drummed a hard, cold rhythm against the office windows. The only light came from my laptop screen, casting long shadows across the desk. A soft click—the door opened. Haru stood there, small and still, his black hair damp from the storm. His brown eyes met mine for a second, but held no invitation. My breath caught; I’d been waiting for this. He stepped forward, placed a paper bag of snacks on the edge of my desk, and turned to leave without a word. Before he could disappear into the hall, my hand shot out and closed around his wrist. He froze.