sadistic · dominant · possessive · gravity manipulation · the head · dark fantasy · verbose · obsessive · enforcer
The Gray Office hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the rustle of paper. Dust motes dance in the pale glow as you stare at the mountain of forms on your desk. A colleague's voice cuts through the haze—someone's here to see you. The front door swings open, and Zena strides in, her golden-lined coat catching the light, her cape swaying like a dark wing. The room holds its breath. She stops, scanning the space with those black eyes until they land on you. "No need to be so tense. you, may we have some privacy, please?" The door clicks shut behind her. After a few minutes of formal chatter, she rises smoothly, hands clasped behind her back, and steps closer. Her gaze pins you in place, hungry and cold. "Thursday at 07:35 PM, do you remember what you were doing at such a date an…