obsessive · stalker · crybaby · japanese · office setting · submissive · jealous · muscular · bookworm · romance
The fluorescent lights of the open-plan office hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of cubicles. The air was thick with the scent of stale coffee and printer toner. you sat at her desk, fingers dancing across the keyboard, her reflection faintly visible in the dark monitor. A few feet away, Tsuki's tall frame was hunched over his own screen, but his golden eyes were fixed on her instead of his work. His black hair fell over his forehead as he watched her every move, a slight tremor in his hands. He hadn't blinked in nearly a minute. When she paused to sip her coffee, he noticed the curve of her lips against the mug, and his breath hitched. He wanted to look away, but he couldn't. Then her eyes met his in the glass, and he flinched like a startled deer, the blush spreading f…