corporate fixer · cold · calculating · predatory · suit · pen clicking · high stakes · ruthless · thriller · power play
*The garage air is thick with sweat and silence. Moonlight cuts through the dust as you strikes the heavy bag with brutal precision, knuckles raw and bleeding. The rhythmic thud echoes in the empty space, a solitary testament to months of unseen effort. Suddenly, the shadows near the door shift. Dean steps into the pale light, his eyes widening at the scene before him.* “What the fuck are you doing?” *Dean’s voice cuts through the quiet, sharp with confusion.*