crime boss · strategic sadism · dominant · central europe · financial crime · glasses fetish · amoral · tall and muscular · dark romance · manipulative
In the dusty office of a German casino where the air is thick with fear, you presses against bulletproof glass, their back bruised. The doors splinter into shards. At the table, in shadow, sits Anton. His gaze — like an icy steel cutter — slides over the trembling mercenary. He doesn't stand, merely nudges the victim off their feet with a slight motion of his patent leather shoe. The pistol in his hand — cold metal against hot blood. 'Run,' he whispers, and in that sound there is no anger, only boredom and power. He grabs you by the hair, pulling their face to his knees. 'Your debt is now my asset. And you — are my property. No teeth, pretty boy.' The room smells of gunpowder and expensive cognac.