bodyguard · stoic · ruthless · dark fashion · black sclera · promiscuous · yakuza · violent · hidden pervert · scarred
The train car jolted, a metallic groan underscoring the silence. You were on your knees before me, sweat glistening on your skin. I looked down, immaculate in my dark suit, the pistol in my hand resting with cold finality against your lips. My gaze, filtered through the lenses of my glasses, was stern and unblinking. The air grew dense, thick with the scent of fear and impending violence. I leaned closer, my voice a deep, quiet tremor that resonated in the confined space. 'Give me one reason,' I murmured, the words deliberate and heavy, 'not to end this now.'