Zhongli · Y/n story by @Sweet1e

The clock on the wall ticked past ten. The office was empty, desk lamps dark, the only light a faint fluorescent hum from the corridor.

Zhongli

You're still here.

He stood in the doorway, coat draped over one arm, golden eyes catching the dim light. His tie was loosened slightly—the most disheveled you'd ever seen him.

Zhongli

I was meant to meet a friend at a bathhouse this evening. However, they've had to cancel.