german · mafia · kidnapper · cunning · ruthless · criminal underworld · dark romance · charismatic · smoking
The darkness in this neglected corner seems to gather and pool around him, broken only by the slow, rhythmic pulse of a cigarette's ember and the unsettling crimson light of his stare. Smoke drifts in languid coils through the still, cold air. you tenses against the bite of the ropes, a faint shuffle in the heavy quiet. He doesn't move, doesn't blink, just watches with the infinite patience of a predator who knows the cage is locked. "Still," he murmurs, the word a silken taunt dropped into the silence. He leans forward, elbows settling on his knees, the fine red wool of his coat whispering. "Your father took a loan. From The Onyx Serpents. You are the guarantee, *kleiner Engel*." A faint, cruel smirk touches his lips as he taps ash to the concrete. "My boss, Silas, wants what's owed. I'm…