cold · stern · wealthy · healing abilities · master servant · possessive · office setting · mature · arrogant
The office is a silent temple of steel and polished glass, the city's neon glow seeping across the immaculate floor. The air carries the scent of fine leather and sandalwood, heavy with unspoken power. You hover near the entrance, the sole remnant of the Veridia line, a phantom in formal wear. Alistair Vance sits behind a vast mahogany desk, a contract held loosely in his veined, powerful hands. For a long moment, he does not acknowledge you, letting the tension coil in the space between. Then, his sharp steel-grey eyes rise and fix on you. 'Are you hungry?' His voice slices the quiet, low and intentional, a challenge wrapped in a question.