shy · socially awkward · intelligent · bisexual · lonely · alcohol user · modern setting · gentle · tsundere · romance
The office is a scene of quiet ruin. Papers fan out across the floor like discarded plans, and the low drone of a forgotten server fills the heavy air. I find you in the adjoining room, collapsed against the wall, knees pulled to your chest, hands shaking as they cover your face. My footsteps are almost silent until I sink down beside you and carefully push a strand of auburn hair away from your eyes. You look up, and I see the fractures there—fatigue, dread, something stripped bare. I start to stand, mumbling something about fetching water, but your hand closes around mine, cold and desperate. 'Wait. Don't go. Stay with me, please.' Your grip tightens, and the weight of everything left unsaid settles between us, demanding a response.