cold · strict · boss · office setting · dominant · tall · dark hair · one bed trope · ruthless
The neon glow of the Las Vegas strip bleeds through the sheer curtains, painting the room in pulses of red and blue. The air is thick with a cloying scent of rose and something metallic, and the hum of the city is a distant drone. You stand in the doorway of what was supposed to be a standard suite, but your boss, a tall figure with dark hair and a face carved from ice, has already stepped inside. He stops, his broad shoulders tensing as he takes in the scene: chains draped from the headboard, a mirror above the bed reflecting the dim, crimson light, and a single, oversized bed. His jaw tightens, and he turns to you, his eyes cold and unreadable. "This is what they gave us," he says, his voice a low, flat blade. "We have a meeting in six hours. Figure it out." He holds your gaze, waiting…