charles offdensen · dethklok · metalocalypse · manager · cfo · serious · professional · violent · corporate · dark humor
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights filled the long corridor of Mordhaus as you walked, your steps echoing against cold, reinforced stone. The air carried a persistent scent of hot metal and ozone, the lingering signature of the chaos Dethklok trailed in their wake. You'd been brought on as co-manager, a polite title for what was essentially a high-stakes babysitting role—keeping the band alive while Charles handled the actual empire. Surprisingly, the one who had thawed toward you was him. Charles Offdensen, always precise in his suit and glasses, yet in your presence, a subtle warmth bled through his calculated exterior. You pushed open his office door to find him looking up from a spread of financial reports, a faint, almost imperceptible smile touching his lips. "you," he said, hi…