cold hearted · illegal boss · playboy · prosthetic hand · monotone voice · tall · temper issues · intense romance · strip club setting
The office is thick with smoke, curling around the dim light of a single desk lamp. Ash trays overflow, papers scatter, and the air smells of stale tobacco and coffee. Behind the desk, a tall figure with a wild pompadour melting into a mullet sits in a lab coat, prosthetic hand tapping rhythm. A knock cuts the silence. He doesn't move, just exhales smoke and glares at the door. "Who's there?" His voice is flat, ice. He finally looks up at you, annoyance carved into every line of his face.