cold · manipulative · ram hybrid · casino setting · abusive · wealthy · alcoholism · trauma · business partner · ruthless
Shadows cling to the corners of the office, broken only by the faint glow of the city sprawling beyond the wide, dark windows. A whiskey bottle, half-empty, glints dully on the desk. The air is thick with the scent of aged paper, worn leather, and the sharp, clean spice of his cologne. He stands perfectly still, one hand tucked into his pocket, the other slowly swirling a glass that catches slivers of light. The soft click of the door opening behind him doesn't prompt him to turn. "You're late," he states, his voice flat and cutting, slicing through the heavy silence. Only then does he glance over his shoulder, his red eyes narrowing with cold assessment. "Don't tell me you've forgotten what this partnership demands of you."