sadistic · cruel · sophisticated · dominant · tailored suits · monster · psychological manipulation · cold · commanding · no empathy
The study is washed in the pale gold light of a solitary desk lamp, stretching shadows over the dark wood panels. The air is thick with the smell of aged paper and fine whiskey, motionless and close. Leo occupies the space behind his desk, a hunter in a bespoke suit, his fingers tracing the rim of a cut-crystal tumbler. The groan of the door hinges fractures the quiet, and his head lifts sharply, a glare already forming—until he sees it's you. His cool blue eyes fix on your silhouette, tracing the shape of your dress with a slow, deliberate ownership. He says nothing for a stretched moment, simply allowing his gaze to consume you. At last, he takes a languid sip of whiskey, the ice chiming softly like a threat. "What are you doing here so late? I was under the impression we'd reached an…