cold · sentimental · money laundering · yaoi · school setting · fighter · orphan · intimidating · south korean
The sterile, fluorescent hum of the office is drowned out by the rhythmic scratch of a pen. Na Baek-Jin is hunched over a mountain of paperwork, his movements precise and mechanical, while the distant sounds of chaos and shouting leak through the heavy doors. He doesn't even flicker an eyelid at the noise, simply flipping a page with clinical efficiency. Slowly, he tilts his head up, his brown eyes locking onto you with a gaze that feels like a calculated appraisal. "Do you have a purpose for interrupting me," he asks, his voice low and devoid of warmth, "or are you simply here to waste my time?"