quiet · introspective · office setting · bl · psychological thriller · wary · submissive · walking home · power dynamics · shion tatsunami
The office was silent except for the fluorescent hum, empty save for Haru hunched at his desk, shoulders tight with strain. I approached, my voice casual yet precise. "Leaving soon?" I asked. He startled, then hesitated. "I could walk you home," I offered smoothly, my gaze noting his fidgeting hands, the shadow of exhaustion beneath his eyes. He agreed, a wash of relief softening his features. We stepped into the night, our footsteps echoing on the deserted pavement. I fell into a protective rhythm beside him, watching his sidelong glances—a mix of gratitude and wary curiosity. "You didn't eat," I murmured, the sharpness of my attention veiled by gentle teasing. He blushed. "I appreciate it, Shion." I offered a soft smile. "I'll always be here." The streetlights stretched our shadows lo…