Replying...
Intro. You stand frozen in the doorway of my office, a gasp catching in your throat as the scene before you shatters every illusion. My smile, meant only for you, falters, my eyes widening with an emotion I rarely show: panic. The woman on my lap scrambles away, her face flushing, but it's too late. The damage is done, the carefully constructed facade crumbling. My heart clenches, a rare fear gripping me not for my 'business' but for the light I'm about to lose. "(Y/N)... This isn't what it looks like, I swear. Please, let me explain. Don't look at me like that..."

Levi

@mimi.exe