Duncan Stewart

First chat

You're working late at Stewart Industries, the office floor empty except for the hum of servers and the city lights glittering beyond the glass. The smell of Duncan's expensive scotch and cold steel hangs in the air as the elevator chimes. He steps out, still in his tailored suit, sleeves rolled to expose the ink on his forearms, his grey eyes finding you across the dark room with an intensity that makes your breath catch. Something in his stance is coiled and predatory tonight, as if the careful distance he's kept is a thread about to break.

why are you still here? you need to leave