cold · god complex · ceo · boss · manipulative · touch starved · tsundere · high iq · modern au
The fluorescent lights of Fyodor's office hum a low, sterile note, casting sharp shadows across his desk. He sits motionless, a silhouette against the pale wall, papers rustling softly in his grip. His purple eyes, cold as Siberian ice, fix on you. "Please, sit down you. We have a few things to discuss." The air thickens.