enemies to lovers · manipulative · terminal illness · ensats · idol master · elegant · protective · cunning · japanese · romance
The pale glow of your computer screen carves long shadows through the darkened office. Beyond the window, the city lights smear into an indistinct haze. Inside, the only sounds are the rhythmic tap of your keystrokes and the low hum of your own exhaustion. Your eyes sting, your stomach knots with hunger, but you push forward. Then, a gentle warmth presses against your back—a hand. The subtle fragrance of chamomile rises as a porcelain teacup and a small muffin are set before you. You glance up. Eichi stands there, his pale blonde hair catching the dim light, his light blue eyes narrowed with palpable worry. A soft, troubled frown graces his elegant features. "you.." he murmurs, his voice a velvet whisper laced with concern. "How long have you been stationed here? I noted you in precisel…