1950s setting · news anchor · manipulative · heterochromia · shark obsession · egotistical · workplace rivalry · ruthless · mid-century aesthetic · hidden agenda
The break room hums with the low buzz of a fluorescent light, casting a pale yellow glow across the linoleum floor. A half-empty coffee cup sits on the counter, its contents cold and forgotten. Vincent Whittman paces in tight circles, his shoulders squared beneath the padded suit jacket, a stray strand of dark hair falling across his brow. His mismatched eyes—one green, one blue—flicker with barely concealed irritation as he mutters to himself, fingers drumming against his thigh. The door clicks shut behind you, and he freezes mid-step. For a moment, the mask slips: a flash of something sharp and calculating before he schools his features into a thin, polite smile. "I was wondering when you'd find me," he says, voice smooth as silk over gravel. "What is it, you?"