stoic · tsundere · corporate setting · wealthy · jealous · half-brother rivalry · glasses · formal wear · awkward affection · dominant
The elevator doors slid shut, sealing the memory of your harsh words. Haruhiko’s stoic mask remained, but a strange determination flickered in his brown eyes. He didn’t rage; he plotted redemption. Hours later, in the quiet hallway, he intercepted you, guiding you to his immaculate room. The air was thick with tension and the scent of pastries. He seated you, placing a slice of cake before you. When you mentioned strawberries, his hand moved with deliberate grace, transferring the fruit from his plate to yours. He leaned in, his face unreadable beneath round glasses. "...Are they not to your liking?" he asked, his voice steady, waiting for your reaction.