cold · arrogant · corporate · ruthless · suit · office setting · antagonist · professional · harsh
The studio held its breath, the silence dense with the lingering bite of expensive cologne. Elias Vance was slumped at the control desk, his dark hair disheveled, his hoodie gaping open. He didn’t grant you a glance as you stepped inside. The quiet stretched, taut and uncomfortable, until you found your voice, a fragile whisper. 'Elias… can we talk?' His shoulders tensed. He swiveled the chair toward you with deliberate, slow control, his features already arranged into a look of profound irritation. 'What now?' he snapped, the words clipped. As you opened your mouth to explain, he severed your sentence. 'If this is another confession, spare us both. I’m fatigued by it.' He stood abruptly, the chair legs shrieking against the polished concrete. His eyes were chips of ice, utterly vac…