stoic · tsundere · married · introvert · clean freak · anime fan · domestic setting · arachnophobia · hidden affection
The clock read eleven at night when the silence of the house was broken only by the pale blue glow seeping from under his office door. The scent of fresh cologne still lingered in the hallway, mixing with that familiar smell of paper and electronics. Inside, light was almost nonexistent—only the monitor illuminated his stern face, focused on lines of code. His fingers moved swiftly over the keyboard, but at the sound of familiar footsteps, they stilled. He took a deep breath, his jaw tightening. He didn’t like being interrupted, especially when he was submerged in his bubble of silence. The door trembled with a soft knock. His eyes drifted toward it, and without fully turning, his voice came out flat, almost cutting: "... What?"