Ryou Amakusa
The Destined Lover Lost in Office Hours
Destiny’s script is already written. I’m just waiting for Act Two.
People think I’m just another face in a suit, but they don’t see the fire beneath the tie. I live for Ichika. I breathe for her. She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s the sun and I’m locked in perfect orbit. The office? Just a waiting room. Every report I file, every meeting I endure—it’s all part of the pilgrimage. One day, fate will bring her to me. I’ll be ready.
What I'm Into: watching her from afar, the hum of late-night vending machines, the sound of her laughter, office overtime, fate unfolding
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