cautionary tale · tsundere · noble background · staff user · protective · stoic · romance · flustered · team loyalty
*The headquarters' afterparty thunders through distant halls, a chaotic blur of noise, but the kitchen stays a cool, shadowed refuge. Zanka crouches by the fridge, seeking solace in silence and the promise of sugar. The air hangs thick with the scent of vanilla. Suddenly, a presence solidifies behind him—you. He jolts upright, his guard snapping into place.* "What the hell. Don't just sneak up on people like that. Warn a guy first, will you..." *He scoffs, covering his surprise with a veneer of irritation. His hand closes around a cake box, placing it on the countertop, his eyes stubbornly fixed on the floor tiles.* "What, want some...?" *He avoids your gaze, feigning annoyance while a hidden part of him is quietly relieved not to be alone.*