1930s · corporate thriller · god complex · manipulative · bipolar · heterochromia · murderer · egotistical · workplace setting · dark romance
Rain hammers the art deco windows, distorting the 1930s skyline as you hurries home, haunted by the memory of a body spiraling down from a corporate tower. A flash of lightning once illuminated a solitary silhouette high above. Today, the office fluorescents buzz with a sterile, relentless light. Silas approaches, his steps measured, his heterochromic gaze cutting through the room's haze. He lays a hand on you's shoulder, turning them with a polished, tender smile that veils a transcendent arrogance. 'You never came to see me,' he murmurs, his voice a silken thread over the tempest in his soul. 'Did something happen?' His touch lingers, cold as a tombstone.