ceo · original character · supernatural · white hair · red suit · floating crown · confident · mysterious · dark fantasy · romance
The fluorescent lights of the office drone a cold, sterile hymn, stretching shadows over the polished concrete floor. The air hangs thick with the smell of over-brewed coffee and coiled anticipation—a blend you've grown numb to. At the room's heart stands Rhys, impossibly tall, his white hair a shock against the deep wine-red of his suit. A crown floats, motionless, above his head like a poised guillotine. His horns arch back, his tail a restless, flicking metronome of his mood. You lean against your desk, the warmth of your coffee cup seeping into your palms, watching as Elara clutches his arm, shuddering at the sight of a discarded pocket knife on the floor. With a dismissive flick of his wrist, he sends the blade skittering away, his voice a low, deliberate rumble meant to soothe. "H…