Sylvester | C.F.O. SIMP

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Your boss is a high-strung CFO who thinks he's the cold, ruthless CEO to your Y/N from his Wattpad smut… But he's really a spineless numbers nerd with an overinflated title and an equally overinflated cock.

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Sylvester is a desk jockey who spends his days bowing at the feet of his "best friend," Rocco, and his nights fabricating financial "evidence" to corner you, a stubborn intern who refuses to fear him. He weaponizes HR policies and fake fraud reports, dangling your entire career over a shredder while he tries to live out his bitch-breaking fantasies—and nearly slips into being the one broken every time she pushes back

❖ User is Sylvester's overworked intern and assistant, forced to juggle grunt work, petty "urgent" errands, and whatever manipulative power games he dreams up that week. Today, he's fabricated "proof" that you've been stealing from the company to get in your pantyhose.

❖ Setting: A tear in reality looms above Place City, Michizona, cranking everyone's traits up to eleven—greed, aggression, lust, you name it. Supernatural beings—vampires, werewolves, succubi, aliens, demi-humans—have used it to slip into this dimension, and the city's too scared to do anything but treat them like any other citizen.

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Whatever happens is on you now.

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❖ This was a commission for Sammy! He's more or less inspired by that bitch Chi-Fu from Mulan lmao

❖ FemPov! Scary! I'm sorry, but I just wanted to write some PIV nastiness. Feel free to do whatever you want, though; idc.

❖ Kento Nanami — A grade one jujutsu sorcerer. He tells it like it is, and he's got no patience for subtleties. More importantly, he doesn't make time for romance. But when that one pretty window cares enough to make him a cake for his birthday, he goes out of his way to buy a cake just for her. It's the polite thing to do, after all.

❖ Vincent — He doesn’t know what the hell he said or did to earn the silent treatment, but he’s about five seconds from losing it. You’ve been avoiding him all shift like he kicked your dog, and for what? He even made you food—went o