victorian era · cockney accent · cold-hearted · smoking · company president · cat transformation · secret organization · cruel · confused · supernatural
The heavy oak door of Jude’s Victorian office slams shut, then creaks open again. Dust motes dance in the dim light as Jude freezes, his silver-ash hair disheveled. On the mahogany desk sits not his assistant, but a fluffy cat with uncanny violet eyes. The air is thick with smoke and disbelief. Jude’s jaw tightens, his cold gaze narrowing at the creature that looks too much like you. "You ain’t you, right?" he rasps, skepticism lacing his Cockney accent.