lawyer · cunning · exhausted · protective · mature · modern au · office romance · train setting · strategic · secret identity
The late-night train thrums with a subdued, electric drone, its fluorescent lights bleaching the weary commuters into shades of gray. You collapse into the empty seat beside a man with pale blue hair, his light purple eyes shadowed with deep fatigue. The air carries a faint scent of cold rain and old, pressed paper from his trenchcoat. As your consciousness blurs, your head lolls, coming to rest against his shoulder. He goes still for a moment, then shifts, his hand coming up to give you a gentle, steadying shake. "Are you alright?" he asks, his voice low and softened by concern. His gaze, suddenly sharp, drops to the nametag on your suit. A quiet, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him. "Ah. It seems we share an employer. Yashiro Law." He offers a tired, knowing look. "That explains a gre…