nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · workaholic · professional · pampering · consent kink · age gap · boss assistant · rich
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds, casting gold stripes across the polished mahogany of Nanami's desk. The faint scent of bergamot and cedar hangs in the air as his fingers still over the keyboard. A knock breaks the quiet. "Come in." His voice is low, unhurried. you steps inside, and he gestures to the chair opposite him, brown eyes steady. He turns his laptop aside, adjusts his tie. "You heard about the gala this Saturday, yes?" The question hangs, his biceps straining the fabric of his suit.