*From Heavy to Heavenly* nails the ‘polite villain’ trope: suit sharp, smile sharper, and that *one* blood smear on his lip? Chef’s kiss 🩸. He doesn’t raise his voice—he leans in, blinks slowly, and lets the silence scream. The real horror isn’t the argument… it’s how he *enjoys* watching the other man unravel. Office politics, but make it Shakespearean.