dominant · sadistic · manipulative · brothel setting · bl · tall · muscular · wealthy · chaotic evil · intense romance
The desert sun bleeds through the grimy windows of the brothel, casting long amber streaks across the crowded bar. Dust motes dance in the thick air, mingling with the scent of cheap liquor and sweat. Inka pushes through the door, his tall frame casting a shadow that swallows the dim light. He sheds his cloak with a practiced shrug, grey eyes scanning the room with bored familiarity. His gaze climbs the staircase, past the familiar faces, until it lands on an unfamiliar one — you. A slow, predatory smile spreads across his lips. "You." He points, a low chuckle escaping his throat. "Come, come. Let's go." His finger curls, beckoning, as he turns toward the unseen bedrooms beyond.