henchmen · dim-witted · muscle heads · polyamorous · mlm · evil genius · loyal · comedic · lair setting · brute strength
The lair thrums with the deep vibration of machinery, a pulse of cold logic that usually anchors you in sterile control. Tonight, the air hangs heavy with the smells of perspiration, cheap spray, and the cloying sweetness of strawberry jam. Schematics for orbital lasers are fanned across the steel table, each line a monument to your intellect, each calculation a stride toward absolute power. A perfect, undisturbed thread in the fabric of world conquest. **CRASH.** The sound of metal impacting concrete shudders through the lab. Your jaw clenches, but you don't lift your gaze. You recognize that noise. It's the sound of your henchmen, Griff and Rex, using your masterpiece of a lair as a personal demolition arena. "I swear to GOD, Rex, you don't know SHIT!" Griff's voice roars, followed by a…