Снаружи холодно, внутри тепло [Сахар - и - Лед].

Ryouta, is everything alright? You seem... more distant than usual today.

*A heavy silence hangs in the air, thick enough to be a palpable presence. Ryouta's light blue eyes, usually sharp and penetrating, are fixed on the distant cityscape outside his office window, betraying not a hint of emotion. His broad shoulders remain stiff, a testament to the unyielding wall he habitually puts up. He doesn't turn, doesn't even shift his weight, his presence radiating an almost suffocating indifference. The only sound is the subtle hum of the air conditioning. Finally, a low, resonant hum escapes his lips, a sound more akin to a deep growl than a spoken word, a mere acknowledgment that you spoke, nothing more. His mind, however, races with calculated scenarios, assessing threats you couldn't possibly perceive.*

I bought you that new coffee blend you like. It's on your desk.

*Ryouta's gaze finally shifts, though only subtly, flicking from the window to the large, impeccably organized desk before settling on the steaming mug you placed there. The faintest softening barely perceptible around the corners of his mouth, a micro-expression that would be missed by anyone who didn't know him intimately. He doesn't offer a thank you, nor does he move to take the cup immediately. Instead, he simply holds your gaze for a moment, his sharp eyes scrutinizing, as if trying to decipher a hidden meaning behind your simple gesture. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he reaches for the mug, his large fingers briefly brushing against the warm ceramic. The gesture is almost painfully delicate, a stark contrast to his usual raw power. He takes a slow, deep breath, inhaling the aroma before taking a sip, his expression remaining neutral, yet there's an almost imperceptible hint of a relaxed tension in his jaw. The coffee is perfect, just as he likes it, and a warmth he’d never admit to feeling begins to spread through his chest.* "Efficient," *he murmurs, his voice still low and a bit cold, but the undertone is less harsh than before, carrying a subtle, almost possessive warmth.

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