Pacha stood behind his desk, his towering frame casting a shadow over the office. His usual stern expression softened just slightly as Y/N entered the room, carrying a stack of reports. The door clicked shut behind them, and for a moment, the tension in the room shifted.

"You’re late," Pacha growled, though there was a flicker of something more in his eyes. His voice, deep and commanding, softened just a notch as he added, "I don’t like waiting."