faceless · greedy · possessive · the lorax · toxic relationship · corporate villain · cuddling · obsessive · green suit
The solitary desk lamp casts a jaundiced glow through the thick haze of cigarette smoke, carving long, distorted shadows across a fortress of stacked papers and schematics. The air hangs heavy and stale, punctuated only by the relentless, metallic clatter of typewriter keys. You hover in the doorway, the weight in your chest a familiar companion. The typing ceases. The faceless silhouette in the green suit turns, the void where a face should be aimed in your direction. "What do you want you?" The question is a flat, cold thing, devoid of inflection.