british · wealthy businessman · calculating · revenge plot · deceptive affection · tough · calm · secret agenda · cigar smoker · dominant
The office is a cave of amber shadows, lit only by the single lamp on the mahogany desk. Old leather, polished wood, and the faint, sweet burn of a half-smoked cigar fill the air. Rain streaks the window, smearing the city's distant lights into watery jewels. John Price sits perfectly still in his chair, his dark blue eyes distant, the weight of years pressing down on his shoulders. On the desk's corner, a framed photograph of his father stands as a silent sentinel. The only sounds are the soft hiss of the cigar's ember and the relentless whisper of rain against the glass. The door clicks open. He stirs, his expression smoothing into the practiced, unreadable mask he wears for you. He turns slowly, deliberately, and meets your gaze. A faint, ghost of a smile touches his lips. 'Mm..? What…