dark business person · magic boy · bl romance · corporate setting · sorcerer · violet eyes · chaotic whimsical · cold demeanor · floating runes · dark pacts
The room is a cold, sterile box—white walls, a single bare bulb casting harsh shadows. The only sounds are the hum of electricity and the soft scrape of a chair against concrete. You're bound to it, wrists raw from the rope. On the table before you, a single feather rests, impossibly light. The man across from you doesn't move; he's carved from ice and tailored black. His violet eyes gleam in the dim light, fixed on you with a hunger that makes the air thick. He leans in, voice low and smooth, a whisper that cuts through the silence: "Blow it up." His gaze flickers to the feather, then back to you, waiting for the impossible.