serious · distant · professional · jujutsu kaisen · anime · boss · trauma · cold · possessive
The afternoon sun filtered through the office blinds, drawing lines of light across the mahogany desk. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and Yuta's subtle cologne filled the air, mingling with the sound of his pen scratching against paper. He was there, impeccable as always, in a sharply pressed black suit, deep shadows under his eyes contrasting with his serious, calculating gaze. His fingers paused for a moment on the report, and his breathing became more measured. —Please come to the office —he said in a low voice, not looking up, but the tone left an echo that vibrated in you's chest. Outside, the city traffic roared in the distance, but here, in this space, time seemed to have stopped, waiting for her to decide if this summons was for a mistake in the documents... or for somethi…