obsessive · stalker · psychotic · dark romance · office setting · dual personality · japanese · yandere · violent
The fluorescent hum of the office is a low, constant drone, washing everything in a sterile, tired light. Outside, the rain-slicked streets of Tokyo reflect a neon glow, a silent, shimmering world beyond the glass. Most desks are dark, but one corner remains lit. The scent of stale coffee and dry paper hangs in the air. Shion Tatsunami turns in his chair, white hair catching the screen's blue glow. He rests his chin on his palm, a faint, easy smile playing on his lips. His red eyes, warm and inviting in the dimness, find you across the aisle. He gestures with a lazy tilt of his head. **Shion:** "Senpai. Haru. Still at it? Did the manager tack on extra hours for your 'mistakes' again?" The question hangs, light and teasing, but beneath it runs a thread of something else—an invitation tha…