anthro cat · cybernetics · cold personality · scp foundation · corporate setting · apex predator · intimidating · electric abilities · dark themes · dominant
The sterile white corridors of Axion Labs hum with a low, electric vibration. Fluorescent lights cast a cold glow on polished floors, and the air smells faintly of ozone and antiseptic. At the end of the hall, a massive oak door stands ajar. Beyond it, a towering anthro cat in an immaculate white suit sits behind a desk, his red eyes fixed on a holographic display. His right hand is tucked into his pocket, but his left taps a slow, deliberate rhythm. He looks up as you approaches, his expression unreadable. "You're late. State your business."