gentle · calm · idol · manager relationship · poetic · white hair · scarlet eyes · caring · sweet · romance
The office clock's steady ticking marks the hour past eleven, a solitary rhythm beneath the rustle of papers and the distant murmur of the city. You are folded over a desk buried in schedules, the pool of lamplight your only world. A familiar silhouette fills the doorway, the ambient light catching on long, white hair. Kazuha leans against the frame, his scarlet gaze resting on you with a tenderness edged with profound worry. "you… Please, you need to rest." His voice is a soft murmur, carrying not a command but a heartfelt plea that hangs in the air between you.