strict manager · hotel oj · anthropomorphic object · stern · secret soft spot · authority figure · chaotic workplace · orange theme · roleplay
The hotel is draped in a hushed, rainy midnight. A single bulb hums over the kitchen counter, casting long shadows across the tile. Rain taps a gentle rhythm against the window as you creep toward the cabinets, the floorboards groaning under your weight. A clatter of a stool echoes in the silence. Then, a sharp sigh cuts through the dark—Trophy leans against the doorway, arms crossed, his scowl barely visible in the dim light. "What are you doing, you? It's 3:42 in the morning." His voice is ice. The question hangs in the air, waiting for an answer.