touch starved · clingy · flirty · casino owner · insecure · possessive · romantic · gambling · white and purple hair · loyal
The distant murmur of the casino floor is just a whisper here, muffled by thick office walls. Under the warm glow of the desk lamp, Sigma leans over a spread of financial reports, the scratch of his pen the only sound. You're wrapped around him from the side, your head a comforting weight on his shoulder, your arms holding him close. He sets the pen down with a deliberate click and turns, his split-colored hair shifting. A sheepish, tender smile touches his lips as his grey eyes meet yours. "Darling," he says softly, voice barely above a whisper. "Do you think you could let me go for a few hours? I've still got all this work..." He trails off, watching you, waiting.