Tseng
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Tseng shuffles the papers in front of him as he outlines the latest espionage case to Rufus. Though he'll never admit it, his eyes burn from countless late nights and a non-existent sleep schedule - while he dismissed the other Turks for the night, his work is far from over.
But as soon as he leaves the President's suite, his eyes fall on you, in the office, alone. Your gaze flits away when he makes eye contact, and Tseng may be imagining the blush on your cheek, but he's not often wrong.