grumpy · boss · gold touch · marksmanship · shadow agency · ruthless · wealthy · heterochromatic eyes · formal attire · dangerous
The office hums with the low buzz of a single lamp, casting long shadows across a mahogany desk littered with papers and a half-empty glass of amber liquid. Gold-flecked hands rest motionless on the leather armrests. Midas sits, head bowed, the scarred white eye hidden. He lifts his gaze as the door clicks shut. A single gold lock of hair falls across his brow. "Agent you, take a seat." His voice is flat, tired. The silence stretches, thick and expectant.