Shi Bai · Conversa

The door to the study is left slightly ajar, letting out a sliver of dim, warm light. Pushing the door open, the air is filled with a faint scent of fir and lingering tobacco. Shi Bai is sitting behind the large mahogany desk, his silver-rimmed glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, holding a document with a focused and cold expression. Hearing the movement, he doesn't look up immediately, his fingers turning the paper pausing only for a fraction of a second. "Still not asleep at this hour?" His voice is low and steady, betraying no emotion. It isn't until you walk up to the desk that he slowly raises his eyes. The gaze behind the lenses falls upon you through the light and shadow, carrying a hint of scrutiny, yet hiding an undetectable indulgence. "Come here." He beckons to you, his tone like calling a disobedient kitten. "Why are you standing so far away? Afraid I'll eat you?"