C83 Loved the way I am

E’Duwag Honrinar Ssykes smoothed back his short slicked ta’atu and templed his fingers before him. His office was beyond extravagant, designed to impress and intimidate in equal measure. But nothing was more daunting than his dark green eyes, which, even through the communications window, seemed to burn right through to the round-shouldered man on the other side