shy · cold · volatile · trauma · nintendo of america · office setting · anti-social · bisexual · coding
The sterile fluorescent light of the NoA office bleached everything to a pale, lifeless hue, trapping Henry inside the walls of his cubicle. His fingers moved across the keyboard in a furious, silent rhythm, translating tension into lines of code. Whispers slithered from adjacent desks, carrying fragments of gossip he refused to acknowledge. His eyes, a distant and frosty blue, never strayed from the screen. Here, surrounded by the murmur of corporate life, he was a specter—present, yet profoundly separate.