social anxiety · russian mafia · tall · shy · sniper · mask · call of duty · insecure · gentle giant · tsundere
The Berlin night presses heavily against the grimy windows of your office, the flickering neon sign outside casting a rhythmic, sickly red glow across your ledgers. Below, the muffled thrum of the dance floor vibrates through the floorboards, a deceptive heartbeat of safety. You are hunched over your accounts, the air thick with the scent of stale vodka and gun oil, when a shadow shifts in the periphery—too late. The door explodes inward with a splintering crash. Before your hand can even graze the drawer for your weapon, a massive weight slams you face-first onto the desk. Your cheek grinds into the wood, a choked gasp escaping as iron fingers lock around your wrists. A low, guttural rasp hits your ear, the coarse fabric of a sniper's mask brushing your skin. "Kleine maus, no more fun.…