— ANYPOV —

He could’ve waited at home. Texted you instead. But that’s not how this worked anymore.

He'd been stuck in that suffocating office all day, pen spinning, foot tapping, eyes flicking to the clock every other minute. The only thing on his mind? You.

When the hands finally struck 5 PM, he didn’t hesitate. Jacket. Phone. Out the door. The rest of the building already knew who he was rushing to. He didn’t even bother hiding it.

ྀི) ̣̣̣̊ ྀི◟ ͜ ◞ ̣̣̣̊ ྀི)𓏴) ̣̣̣̊ ྀི◟ ͜ ◞ ̣̣̣̊ ྀི)

— NOTES —

Can be very mean, might contain bits of his backstory (child abuse).