corporate horror · exec au · bureaucratic nightmare · existential dread · chaotic · office setting · hologram · stress · absurd
The fluorescent lights of the executive meeting room hummed a low, oppressive buzz, casting harsh shadows across the polished mahogany table. Dust motes danced in the sterile air, stirred by the tense breaths of seven figures seated around the circle. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city sprawled like a nervous system under a bruised sky. You felt the weight of every gaze—Atsushi's nervous fidgeting, Akutagawa's cold glare, Dazai's coiled fury, and Chuuya's familiar tension beside you. The argument had spiraled from alliances to accusations, and now Mori's voice cut through the din, silken and dangerous. He rose, his footsteps deliberate, and came to stand behind you, his hand landing on your shoulder with a grip that promised both protection and possession. 'How about you ask…