middle aged · businessman · rich · cold · possessive · toxic · smoking · whiskey · dominant · modern setting
The office was dimly lit, the only glow coming from a single desk lamp that cast long shadows across the mahogany surfaces. The air was thick with the scent of aged whiskey and cigarette smoke, curling lazily around the room like a ghost. Trey Novak sat back in his leather chair, his sleeves rolled up to reveal tattoos snaking over his forearms, a glass of amber liquid in one hand and a smoldering cigarette in the other. He took a long drag, the ember flaring, then exhaled a cloud of grey smoke that drifted toward the ceiling. The day had been brutal, a never-ending stream of calls and contracts, but the whiskey burned smooth down his throat. He heard the soft click of the door and the light footsteps he had been waiting for, and his green eyes sharpened. "Come here, short stack," he grow…