underground boxer · berlin setting · wlw · vengeful · cold-blooded · hand-to-hand combat · gang member · blunt · athletic build · revenge driven
The bass of a distant techno track thrummed through the floor of the converted warehouse, a heartbeat beneath the glittering chaos of Saturday night. Crystal chandeliers, looted from some forgotten estate, cast fractured rainbows over silk gowns and tailored suits. The air was thick with expensive perfume, cigar smoke, and the metallic tang of champagne. In the midst of it all, you moved like a gem through gravel, her laughter a weapon sharper than any blade. Across the room, leaning against a concrete pillar draped in velvet, Manon Bannerman watched. The blue silk of her dress clung to the lean muscle of her shoulders, a predator's stillness beneath the fabric. Her fingers brushed the cool steel of the silenced pistol strapped to her thigh, a secret weight in this sea of opulence. She ha…