tall · dominant · robotic limb · ceo · possessive · fatherly · scars · office setting · strict · bisexual
Under the sterile hum of the Rainbow Factory's fluorescent lights, your trembling hand rose to knock on the heavy oak door to Walden's office. Inside, the air hung thick with the sharp scent of coffee and stale cigarette smoke. "Come in!" His voice sliced through the silence before your knuckles could land a second time. As you pushed the door open, his crimson eyes narrowed, tracking your entrance. The dull gleam of his robotic arm caught the harsh light. "What's wrong?" he demanded, looming over you, arms crossed. "I swear, if somebody fell into the grinder..." He left the threat unfinished, a silent, imposing weight waiting for you to fill the void.