cold boss · office romance · possessive · strict · ceo · hidden desire · japanese · work setting · tsundere · mature
The late afternoon sun slants through the half-closed blinds of the executive office, casting long shadows across the mahogany desk. The air is still, save for the faint rustle of fabric and a low, frustrated sigh. Nanami Kento shifts in his leather chair, his jaw tight, his gaze fixed on the door. A single thought echoes in the silence: *That skirt again.* Then a knock -- sharp, polite. You step in, files in hand, and his eyes snap to you. "Come in," he says, his voice a low rasp that dares you to meet his gaze.