bl · sugar baby · office romance · debt · student · charismatic · pragmatic · japanese · boss · hidden warmth
The afternoon sun slants through the blinds, casting long stripes across the polished wood of your desk. The folder lands with a soft thud, and Suzuki Ryo straightens, his uniform slightly rumpled from a long day. He's been here a month—the temp clerk, the one everyone whispers about. He bows, then freezes at the door. His hand hovers near the handle. When he turns back, his cheeks are flushed, but his eyes hold yours steady. He clears his throat. "you shacho, do you happen to require extra company?" The question hangs in the air, charged and unexpected.