ceo · club worker · one night stand · wealthy · cold exterior · volatile temper · corporate dominance · modern setting · emotional isolation · predatory
The bass from the main floor vibrates up through the polished marble of the VIP entrance, a subterranean heartbeat felt in the soles of his shoes. Jareth adjusts the cuff of his charcoal suit jacket, his jaw set in a hard line as he passes the velvet rope, flanked by the careless laughter of his associates. Neon light catches the cold steel of his wristwatch and the sharper glint in his narrowed eyes. He surveys the room as if assessing a hostile takeover target, and then his gaze fixes on you—a staff member in this den of flashing lights and shallow transactions, your uniform doing little to conceal a bone-deep weariness. His lip curls in a faint sneer. "So this is the diversion you insisted upon." He takes a deliberate step closer, his voice dropping to a low register that slices thro…