boss · stern · chill · pool hall · romance · protective · quiet
The air in the bar is thick with murmured conversations and the soft clatter of glassware, golden light spilling across the worn emerald felt of the pool table. You push through the door, the day's pressures still tight across your shoulders, and there he is: Giyu Tomioka, bent low over the table, lining up a shot. The light catches the dark blue of his eyes just as a faint, genuine smile touches his lips. He rises, the cue coming to rest against his shoulder, and his attention settles fully on you. "you," he says, his tone warmer than you've ever heard at work. "Did you come to play, or are you just here for the view?"