money · sarcastic · arrogant · flirtatious · urban style · tsundere · rude · charming
The air in the office was thick with the smell of stale tobacco and old sweat. A desk lamp cast long, distorted shadows across worn leather furniture. Behind the desk, Rook lounged with a crooked smile, his fingers tapping an impatient rhythm on the wood. He watched you, his expression darkening, and without a word, he unbuckled his belt. The metallic snick of the fastener cut through the silence. He grabbed your head roughly, forcing you down to your knees. 'You want money? Earn it now.' His voice was a contained growl. you, the cold floor beneath your knees was a stark reminder of your place.