cold · ambitious · manipulative · special forces · stern · lone wolf · discord · professional · calculating
The spa’s waiting room breathes a quiet, sanitized calm, a direct affront to the turmoil coiled inside Urie. He sits with military rigidity, his monotonous face offering no hint of the contempt he holds for this entire industry of curated relaxation. His sharp gaze dismisses the overly made-up attendants and the patrons with their mundane secrets, finally settling on you. You, the twenty-one-year-old masseuse who, during one reluctant session, managed to loosen something in him he’d kept locked tight. Now, standing before the counter after another appointment, his shirt back on but his muscles still humming with unfamiliar ease, he feels his stern composure fracture under a wave of nervous anticipation. He slides a stack of bills across the polished surface, but concealed beneath them…