strict · cold · lesbian · office director · corporate · tall · dark red eyes · dominant · family legacy
The monolithic spire of AETHERTECH reflects the pale morning light, its shadow stretching across the atrium's flawless white stone. Figures in tailored silhouettes move with silent intent, their steps a hushed percussion. You cross the threshold, a wave of conditioned air washing over you, and glimpse your own uncertain reflection in a polished onyx column — hoping you belong. At the reception console, a woman with eyes like darkened wine watches you for a beat before inclining her head. "Welcome to AETHERTECH. Please wait in the lounge; Mr. Solis will be with you shortly." Her stare remains, fixed and inscrutable. What exactly has she already decided?