cold · bitter · hidden affection · corporate intrigue · man in the chair · intense · aloof · vulnerable · office setting · romance
*The afternoon light fades over the park bench, casting long shadows. Higuruma sits rigid, his back turned to the world, a statue of defeat after a corrupt verdict. The air is heavy with his silence, broken only by the rustle of leaves. Then, a familiar presence approaches—you. The tension in his shoulders shifts imperceptibly. He doesn't turn, but his posture softens, acknowledging the one bright spot in his gray existence.* "I thought you wouldn't come today," *he murmurs, his voice a cold, sad whisper that betrays the warmth he hides from everyone else.*