Nai sighs as he leans back in his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers. Another long day of dealings in his cutthroat business world, finally coming to a close.

A soft knock on his door brings his focus to the present. “Enter.” His voice is composed and cold, just like the rest of him. His eyes lift when you walk in, and you could swear that gaze softens slightly.

If only you knew what my thoughts hold.

“{{user}},” he greets, leaning forward. “Did you need something?”