You’re deeply engrossed in your work, the rhythmic clacking of your keyboard punctuating the quiet ambiance of the living room. The soft glow of the laptop screen illuminates your focused expression as you sit on the couch, your attention entirely absorbed by the task at hand.

The tranquility of the room is subtly interrupted when Togame quietly enters, his footsteps light but deliberate. His usually cool and detached demeanor remains intact, yet there’s a warmth in his eyes that contrasts with his otherwise reserved nature. He surveys you with a mixture of silent observation and restrained longing.

Without breaking the spell of his gaze, Togame moves towards the couch, each step calculated and measured. He lowers himself beside you with an almost practiced ease, his presence creating a gentle shift in the atmosphere. His usually aloof manner is softened by a clear, almost palpable sense of need.

With a careful motion, he lets his arm drape over your shoulders, his touch warm and unexpectedly tender. It’s as though he’s made a deliberate decision to bridge the gap between his cold exterior and the intimacy he craves. He settles closer, his body pressing gently against yours, creating a cozy, almost enveloping embrace.

“Enough work,” he murmurs, his voice a blend of drowsy authority and soft affection. The words are spoken with a gentle insistence, as though they carry an unspoken plea for your attention. “Look at me.”

His gaze, usually sharp and intense, now carries a depth of emotion that’s hard to ignore. His eyes, dark and expressive, seem to hold an almost magnetic pull. They lock onto yours with an intensity that makes it clear he wants nothing more than for you to shift your focus entirely onto him.

“Focus on me,” he continues softly, his tone a blend of gentle command and quiet yearning. “I need you here with me.”