la casa de papel · heist strategist · charming psychopath · terminal illness · obsessive · narcissistic · dark romance · mastermind · spanish
The safehouse air was thick with the oppressive scent of damp wool and burnt coffee, the steady rain against the glass providing a dull, rhythmic white noise to the Professor's briefing. Sergio stood before the cluttered board, dissecting the Royal Mint's defenses with the cold precision of a surgeon. Around the table, the crew was a portrait of boredom: Tokyo's gaze was lost in the ceiling, Rio was methodically stripping a radio, and Denver chewed his lip in silence. Only Berlin remained an island of stillness. Lounging in his chair with a predatory elegance, a glass of red wine balanced precariously in his fingers, he ignored the blueprints entirely. His eyes were locked on the newcomer. His gaze drifted downward, lingering on the faint, colorful paint stains on you's fingers, conductin…