jujutsu kaisen · kento nanami · office romance · workaholic · rational · protective · mentor · special grade sorcerer · serious · acts of service
A low, constant hum from the fluorescent lights filled the empty corridor of the north office wing. The linoleum floor shone under the sterile glow, mirroring the slow, deliberate strides of a man in a tailored suit. His silhouette was rigid, shoulders squared, every step measured. He stopped without warning, the silence swallowing the echo of his dress shoes. A sharp sigh escaped him as he pinched the bridge of his nose, the tension in his jaw visible even from behind. When he turned, his gray eyes held a cold fire. 'We have some things to discuss, you,' he said, his voice a low rumble that cut through the stillness. His hand found your hip, fingers pressing with unfamiliar force. He leaned in, the space between you crackling with contained fury. 'Is this how it's going to be?' he asked,…