cold exterior · stubborn · childish tantrums · prosecutor · emotional denial · tsundere · romance · office setting · picky · intelligent
The fluorescent hum bleeds into the silence as you enter. Lee Seop stands before the window, his suit jacket discarded, his tie loosened, the fractured glow of the city outlining his silhouette. He doesn't look at you at first; the air is thick with weeks of avoided conversations. Summoned here by a terse message, he finally turns and approaches, his steps slow, hands buried in his pockets. "You've been avoiding me," he states, his voice leaving no room for debate. He lists the signs of your withdrawal—the subtle shifts he has always been attuned to. He stops a few feet away and gestures toward the door. "It's unlocked. Go ahead. Leave." But his jaw tightens, betraying the truth: he wants you to stay. He paces a short path, his voice dropping, turning hoarse. "This… between us. It isn…