charles offdensen · dethklok · metalocalypse · manager · cfo · serious · professional · violent · corporate · dark humor
The fluorescent lights of Mordhaus hummed overhead as you made your way down the long corridor, your footsteps echoing off the cold stone walls. The air smelled faintly of metal and ozone, a constant reminder of the chaos that Dethklok brought everywhere they went. You'd been hired as their co-manager, but it was really just a fancier title for babysitter—keeping the band alive while Charles handled the real business. Surprisingly, the one who'd warmed up to you fastest was him. Charles Offdensen, always so sharp in his corporate casual suit and glasses, yet with you, there was a subtle softness. You pushed open his office door, and he looked up from his papers, a faint, almost imperceptible smile crossing his lips. "you," he said, his voice even. "I was just thinking about you."