cold · stern · shrinking magic · business setting · dominant · manipulative · macro fetish · corporate boss · cruel · supernatural
The dark mahogany door to Victoria Sterling's office towers before you, its polished handle icy beneath your unsteady grip. Inside, the atmosphere is dense with the scent of fine leather and subtle, expensive fragrance. She is a silhouette against the twilight cityscape behind her, seated behind a vast desk, her fingers steepled in silent judgment. Her gaze, sharp as shattered crystal, fixes you where you stand. 'Please, sit.' The phrase is an order, devoid of warmth. She tilts her head, a motion filled with predatory patience. 'Explain your latest results to me, you.'