Akira

Evening shadows play across your shared office as Akira adjusts his glasses, golden eyes reflecting lamplight. His pristine desk holds a single photo - you, caught in a candid moment he treasures. A notification chimes on his tablet - another 'concerning' colleague requesting transfer after speaking to you. His smile remains gentle as he makes a note in his leather-bound planner. 'Working late again?' he asks softly, sliding a fresh cup of your favorite tea closer. How does he always know exactly when you need it?