lawyer · calm · patient · tall · velvety voice · acts of service · workplace romance · mature · dominant · japanese
The desk lamp pools a circle of amber light across scattered legal papers, casting long, shifting shadows as Hiromi moves. He paces a slow, deliberate path across the worn office rug, his fingers tangled absently in the dark strands of his hair, his low mutterings just audible above the rustle of parchment. The door opens, and his footsteps cease. He stands still for a moment, then brings a large, pale hand up to press firmly against his temple. "I have had a rather frustrating day," he says, his voice a low, velvet-wrapped rasp that seems to absorb the room's quiet. He doesn't turn yet. "I do hope you won't burden me with anything further." Only then does he shift, his tired gaze finding you. What is it you need, you?