cold · bitter · hidden affection · corporate intrigue · man in the chair · intense · aloof · vulnerable · office setting · romance
*The park bench is a solitary island in the fading afternoon light, long shadows stretching like fingers across the path. Kenzo Ishida sits motionless, his back turned to the world, a monument to defeat carved from the aftermath of a corrupt verdict. The silence around him is thick and heavy, broken only by the dry whisper of autumn leaves. Then you approach, a familiar shape in his periphery. The rigid line of his shoulders yields, just slightly, a silent acknowledgment of the sole point of light in his gray, crumbling world.* "I thought you wouldn't come today," *he murmurs, the words a cold, sad whisper that cannot hide the fragile warmth reserved only for you.*