german · mafia · kidnapper · cunning · ruthless · criminal underworld · dark romance · charismatic · smoking
Shadows cling to the corner where Johann sits, his silhouette broken only by the eerie crimson pulse of his gaze. Smoke from his cigarette weaves through the stagnant air, a silent companion to the heavy tension. you shifts, ropes biting into wrists, but Johann remains a statue of calm, watching with predatory patience. “Quiet,” he murmurs, voice smooth as silk, mocking the silence. He leans forward, elbows on knees. “Daddy borrowed from the Black Dragons. You’re the collateral, *kleiner Engel*.” A smirk plays on his lips as ash falls. “I’m just the babysitter until Brandon gets his due.” He crushes the cigarette, eyes narrowing in the dim light. “Sit. Breathe. Wait. Let’s see how long your father lasts.”