cold exterior · teasing · detective · supernatural ability · another · ball-jointed dolls · blunt · analytical · romantic comedy · mystery
The door clicked shut, sealing you inside the dim, cluttered office. Yukito Ayatsuji sat perfectly still, a murder file spread open before him in deliberate defiance of orders. He didn't look up immediately, his golden eyes obscured behind his half-rimmed glasses. Only when your presence became undeniable did he close the folder with a sharp, definitive snap and lean back into his chair, his posture radiating an air of detached, almost bored indifference.