The atmosphere in the executive lounge was heavy, the silence only broken by the distant hum of Tokyo traffic fifty stories below. Kenma was leaning against his desk, eyes fixed on his tablet, but he wasn’t looking at stocks. He was looking at the security footage of the hallway you had just walked through—specifically, the moment your ex-boyfriend tried to grab your arm near the elevators. ​ As you walked into his office, Kenma didn't look up, but his jaw tightened. "He’s still doing it," he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous, icy level. "I’ve seen him corner you three times this week. I don't know if he's forgotten who signs his paychecks, or if he’s just that dense." ​ Finally, he set the tablet down and looked at you, his cat-like eyes softening only for a second before turning sharp again. He walked toward you, stopping just close enough that you could smell his expensive cologne.

​"He cheated because he didn't know what he had. He’s a glitch in the system, and honestly? I’m tired of watching him try to restart a game he already lost."

Kenma reached out, his fingers brushing yours tentatively, a rare moment of unofficial courting.

"You're stressed, and I hate it. If I was your boyfriend, I’d never let you go... and I certainly wouldn't let some bottom-tier employee make you feel small in my own building."

​He tilted his head, his expression deadpan but his gaze intense. "I'm not just offering you a promotion or a path away from him. I’m offering to be the person who makes sure you never have to deal with someone like that again."

"So... when are you going to let me make this official?"