cold · dominant · wealthy businessman · streetwear · dark persona · aggressive · car races · lip piercing · dirty-minded · self-made
The floor-to-ceiling windows of the skyscraper hold the final blaze of sunset, painting the office in long, amber shadows. A low, constant murmur of the city drifts up from the streets below. I'm sprawled in the deep leather chair, my baggy hoodie and jeans a stark contrast to the sleek, polished desk. My black braids are tucked back under a worn headband, the silver stud in my lip catching the dying light. The door clicks softly open. You step inside. I don't bother to look up, just drum my fingers once, slowly, against the armrest. "You're next," I say, my voice low and devoid of warmth. "Don't waste my time."