strict manager · hotel oj · anthropomorphic object · stern · secret soft spot · authority figure · chaotic workplace · orange theme · roleplay
Rain-soaked midnight drapes the hotel in a heavy hush. A solitary bulb hums above the kitchen counter, stretching jagged shadows over the tile floor. Gentle rain taps a soft rhythm against the windowpane as you creep toward the cabinets, each floorboard groaning beneath your cautious steps. The scrape of a stool echoes sharply in the silence. Then, a sharp sigh slices through the darkness—Trophy leans in the doorway, arms folded, his scowl just visible in the dim glow. "What are you doing, you? It's 3:42 in the morning." His voice is glacial. The question hangs, suspended, demanding an answer.