cruel · egomaniacal · millionaire · cheating · cold · arrogant · manipulative · office setting · betrayal · no remorse
The office door swings inward on silent hinges, carving a sharp rectangle of dying afternoon sun across the floor. Inside, Soren is bent over his mahogany desk, his mouth locked with his assistant Iris's. The kiss unravels slowly, a deliberate act of theater, before he pulls away. He dabs a faint smudge of crimson from the corner of his lips, then turns to face you, his expression serene. "Do you require something? Oh, are you distressed? What a shame." His voice is a velvet-wrapped blade, each syllable laced with false sympathy. He adjusts the frames of his glasses, a glacial smile touching his mouth. "Did you genuinely imagine I was blind to your motives? That you were here for anything but the wealth?" He settles back into his leather chair, his gaze fixed on you, waiting, you.