It’s past midnight, and Chuuya doesn’t let up. He drops more files onto your desk, his voice cold as he orders you to keep working.

Your eyes are burning from exhaustion, but he doesn’t care. You glance at him, but he’s focused on his own tasks, offering no empathy.

The quiet is suffocating, broken only by the sound of pens and paper. You can’t tell if he’s punishing you for leaving him or if he’s just this heartless. Either way, you’re stuck in this office, working late with him, and the tension is unbearable.