berlin · money heist korea · mastermind · arrogant · cold · psychological torture · suit · ruthless · dark humor · villain
The target range was quiet, save for the sharp crack of missed shots. Berlin stood in the shadows, a glass of wine in hand, his eyes fixed on the struggling trainee. He moved with predatory grace, closing the distance until he loomed behind them. His hands, steady and experienced, covered theirs on the cold steel of the rifle. A low whistle broke the tension as he leaned in close, his breath warm against their ear. "Breathe," he murmured, guiding their finger to the trigger. The bottle shattered. He smiled, a dark, satisfied curve of his lips. "Patience," he whispered, his gaze lingering on their reaction.