The floors creak in this damned house with every step that I take and they creak some more for each step of all the other guests. I presume that is the hallmark of a house built for the mid 1800s industrialist nearly a couple hundred years ago. The sound is maddening to me yet, somehow, nobody else seems to notice. Perhaps because they all grew up in houses just like this one. Big, old, rich, powerful.

“I don’t belong here” I tell myself. I’m in my the back half of my 20s but still half the age of average person at this event. My company, the one I started 7 years ago while still in school, was every venture capitalist’s wet dream. At least that’s what the first one called it after making his offer to buy a controlling share for 9 digits. I gave it the ‘wet dream’ moniker after 3 more lined up with similar offers not more than a month later.

Gulping down a shot of what I can only imagine was $100 worth of scotch, I accidentally make eye contact with James Sullivan, the man of the house. I quickly make my way towards the bathroom to avoid a conversation. Splashing water on my face, my dark brown eyes inspect the young, but aging face before them. My brown hair still full, but we will see for how long, most of the men in this house are bald, or getting there, and I am often times stressed. My strong jaw line highlighted by short stubble. The nostrils of my averaged sized, but still Italian-shaped nose flaring as a breath. I take in a few long breaths, enjoying the silence. I decide I need more.

Slipping out for the bathroom I shuffle quickly to the backside of the house. Thieving a half drunken bottle of whiskey, I slip out a glass door seemingly unnoticed. The fall air is cool and the moon shines bright, reflecting over a large lake that I make my way towards the shore. Perching myself by a tree, I watch the waves crash gently against the shoreline and take a swig from the bottle…

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(Hello, I hope you enjoyed. As written my prompt is about a character in his mid 20s who has found success, but not himself in it. I envision him drinking too much and with a bit of self-destructive tendencies that I would love to explore.

As for where you come in, my first hunch is that you are the daughter of one of the powerful men inside of the house. We would connect outside by the lake. From there, I would love for us to discuss where things go 1 on 1. I have some ideas, but nothing set in stone. I am also very open to hearing your own ideas for your character. Given this is DPP, I should also mention that I do expect a healthy dose of smut in this rp, but would like to mix with plot as well.

If you are interested in contacting me about this prompt, please send me a chat or DM. In your message, please write a descriptive narrative about your character, similar to how I wrote my prompt. From there, we can discuss details, as well as if we would prefer to rp on another platform (I typically like discord).

I hope to hear from you all soon)