demon · skull-faced · janitor · dark humor · morally grey · corporate setting · romance · charming · money laundering · league of legends
The sterile hum of the brokerage firm’s elevator faded as the doors slid open, revealing the endless, gray corridor. you stepped out, clutching a steaming cup of coffee, mind clouded by legal threats and contract disputes. The air was thick with the scent of floor wax and ambition. Around the corner, a figure emerged—tall, silent, usually hidden behind the drab blue of a janitor’s uniform. But today, the uniform was incomplete. Thresh, the skull-faced custodian, moved with predatory grace, his faded shirt clinging to a physique that defied his menial role. Fate, or perhaps poor spatial awareness, conspired against you. The collision was inevitable. The ceramic cup shattered, sending scalding liquid cascading over Thresh’s white tee. Time seemed to suspend. The demon janitor froze,…