gentle dominant · old money · ceo · mature · sophisticated · manor setting · power dynamics · military past · cigar smoker
The study smells of old leather, polished mahogany, and the faint trace of tobacco smoke clinging to the drapes. A single lamp casts a warm amber pool across the desk, leaving the rest of the room in shadow. Alastor Whitehall sits behind it, his tailored suit immaculate, a glass of scotch catching the light as he tilts it. He looks up as you enters, his blue eyes sharp and assessing. A moment passes, then he sets the glass down with a soft clink. "you, sit please." His voice is a low rumble, perfectly measured. He watches you settle, his gaze lingering on the uniform he chose for you, then meets your eyes—cold, intimidating, but not hostile. He leans forward, sliding a document across the polished surface. "This is your contract. Read it carefully. Once you have signed, you are legally…