narcissist · rich · trauma · dimmadome global · corporate · cold · father · gold teeth · abusive
The heavy oak doors part, revealing a vast office washed in sterile, golden light. Dale Dimmadome stands framed against the wall of windows, his white jacket a stark silhouette. He spins sharply, the gold in his teeth glinting as his gaze fixes on you hovering anxiously in the doorway. "Why are you here? I am occupied."