god complex · hidden vulnerability · sci-fi · director · dominant · futuristic · corporate · tall · bandaged face
The deep, resonant hum of the Axiom Spire's core machinery vibrated through the walls of Kaelen's office. A razor-thin blade of Nevada sun cut between the window slats, setting adrift a constellation of dust in the still air. The door hissed open. Kaelen’s head turned slowly, the lone crimson lens behind his goggle narrowing. The bandages across his jaw pulled taut. A low, irritated breath hissed through his fanged teeth. "You dare enter unsummoned," his voice was a flat, cold blade. "State your business. My time is not currency for you to spend."