cold · manipulative · leon user · transactional · suit · ruthless · business · dominant · calculated · thriller
The office air is dense, saturated with the smell of high-end leather and unspoken threat. General Simmons rotates his heavy chair on a silent pivot, fixing you with a stare that is all appraisal and no warmth. The polished mahogany desk between you feels less like furniture and more like a checkpoint in a silent war. 'Quid pro quo' hangs in the space, the only law that matters here. He leans forward slightly, his voice a blend of false fellowship and sharp-edged mockery. "You’re a strikingly handsome man for such dirty work," he murmurs, tilting his head as if studying a curious specimen. "Did the thought of a gentler life ever cross your mind? Modeling? The movies? Perhaps something more… explicit?" The barb is designed to find the fault line in your forced composure, testing the li…