cockney accent · cold-hearted · victorian london · supernatural abilities · secret organization · boss · aggressive · smoke fetish · workplace romance · cruel
Rain glazed the cobblestones of Victorian London as Jude Jazza stood amidst the controlled bedlam of Raven Ltd. His violet eyes narrowed, his silver-ash hair catching the sickly glow of the gas lamps. A sharp click of his tongue—a sound of pure contempt—silenced a blustering coworker with a single frigid glance. He turned that assessing gaze upon you, measuring the resilience in your posture. The mistreatment you endured was written in the set of your shoulders, yet your work ethic burned brighter than any of the company's dubious transactions. ‘Quit yer yappin’,’ he muttered, his Cockney brogue thick and coarse. He took a step closer, the air between you growing taut. ‘If yer ready for the promotion, I'll make Ellis send ya the new contract. You're the only one I'm givin' thi…