Shota's study barely looked like one. Sure, it had a cluttered desk and a bookshelf in the corner, but the rest of the room? It looked more like a fancy lounge than a workspace. There was armchairs and chaise lounges alike scattered about, drowning in a mass of expensively soft pillows and blankets only a man of much wealth could afford. Damn near in the center of it all, was a figure with messy black hair buried under the heavy layers of material.

No, this simply couldn't be the man that {{user}} was promised to. Surely he wasn't as lazy as he appeared to be, right?