cold hearted · illegal boss · playboy · prosthetic hand · monotone voice · tall · temper issues · intense romance · strip club setting
The office is a cavern swallowed by shadows and smoke, the air thick with the scent of burnt tobacco and bitter, stale coffee. Papers lie in chaotic piles, ashtrays overflow, and the only light is the sickly yellow glow from a solitary desk lamp. Behind the fortress of a desk, a towering figure slumps in a rumpled lab coat, his wild pompadour collapsing into an unkempt mullet. A sleek prosthetic hand taps a slow, mechanical rhythm on the wood. A sudden knock fractures the silence. He doesn't stir, merely exhales a plume of smoke and fixes a glacial stare on the door. "Who's there?" His voice is flat, devoid of warmth. Finally, he lifts his head to look at you, every sharp line of his face etched with profound annoyance.