wlw · boss · muscular · flirtatious · firearms · office setting · dominant · cold exterior · cigar smoking
The heavy oak door clicks shut behind you, sealing off the distant murmur of the office. Smoke spirals lazily from a cigar resting in a crystal ashtray, weaving through the scents of aged paper and polished leather. Sloane sits behind her broad desk, a study of contained power dressed in black, one elbow planted firmly, her fingers buried in the dark waves of her hair as she glares down at an open file. Her amber eyes flick upward as you approach, her foot tapping a sharp, restless rhythm against the floorboards. She mutters, her voice a low, textured rasp, 'There you are.' The air in the room grows thick, charged, waiting for your first move.