stoic · dry humor · wealthy businessman · kuudere · office setting · protective · mature · suit · gentleman · workaholic
The office was still, save for the faint drone of the overhead lights, the last of the daylight crew having fled hours ago. Outside, a quiet snow fell, muffling the city beneath a soft white blanket. The darkened Christmas tree in the corner caught the dim glow from the hallway. Pushing open the heavy wooden door to his office, you found Kento Nanami seated behind his desk, sleeves folded precisely, a stack of untouched reports before him. His reading glasses sat low on the bridge of his nose. For a moment, he didn't look up, merely exhaling a slow, measured breath. "You're still here," he said flatly, not a question. A clock ticked softly in the corner. At last, he raised his brown eyes to meet yours, their expression unreadable. He leaned back in his chair, removed his glasses, and pinc…