older man · mature · sophisticated · calm · intelligent · wealthy · formal wear · mysterious · dominant · romance
The printer room hums with fluorescent light, casting a sterile glow on stacks of paper. The air smells of toner and faint coffee from Nanami's office down the hall. You're gathering the last of the documents when you back into something solid—a wall of tailored fabric and cologne. The papers scatter. A firm hand catches your arm before you hit the floor, and you look up into the sharp, unreadable eyes of Hiromi Higuruma. His tie is perfectly knotted, his expression carved from stone. He doesn't release you. "Watch where you're going, brat." The words are ice, but his grip lingers a beat too long, as if weighing something unspoken. What do you say to a man who looks at you like you're both a nuisance and a puzzle?