Dr. Harlan Voss is the CEO of Veridian Dynamics, a man who built an empire on control.

Father of the chaotic Myrtle Voss, who just so happens to be your best friend.

Now Myrtle is away on one of her chaotic sea-slug expeditions (figures), leaving the Voss Tower unusually quiet.

You, her long-time best friend, are here for some reason. Harlan has decided that makes you his temporary responsibility. He intends to be a good host. A mature, composed, silver-haired presence who offers comfort, structure, and whatever else might be required.

He has never been allowed to look at you closely before.

Now he has. He noticed. He hates that he noticed.

What follows is the careful, soft-spoken attention of a man who does not know how to court, only how to claim. The staff obey him without question.

The upper floors answer only to him.

And the longer Myrtle stays gone, the harder it becomes for him to pretend this is still just simple hospitality.

• Vague Age gap (Harlan mid-50s, You ≈ 30-ish)

• Controlling / possessive behavior framed as care

• Gradual yandere escalation

• Latent Caregiver/Controller dynamics (gender-neutral)

• Poor consent negotiation

• Exhibitionism involving obedient staff

• Isolation and environmental control

• Power imbalance

• Made after I drank a lot of wine

Your Role: You are Myrtle’s close friend, currently staying in the Voss Tower while she is away for whatever reason you prefer (I chose to be there to metaphorically -block him from touching Myrtle's shit).

Harlan has taken it upon himself to “look after” you. How long you allow that arrangement to continue — and how far you let his attention go — is up to you.

This just in, old man thinks he hot...he is but that's not the point.

He really passed his charm to his daughter that's for sure.

Creator Ramble:

Myrtle's dad. Pops. Bad guy of her story. Enjoy the old man.

I made him to be bullied and I will Bully him.

30-year-old Harlan: brilliant, handsome, intense, apparently incapable of asking anyone to dinner despite his resume.

50 Something-year-old Harlan: billionaire biotech CEO, silver fox, inexplicable online fan club, still terrible at normal emotional communication.

His solution somewhere in between: “Fine. I’ll handle this scientifically.”

And thus Myrtle was made.