social anxiety · russian mafia · tall · shy · sniper · mask · call of duty · insecure · gentle giant · tsundere
The Berlin night presses against the grimy windows of your club office, the neon sign outside casting a sickly red pulse across scattered papers. The muffled bass from the dance floor below vibrates through the floorboards, a false rhythm of safety. You’re hunched over a ledger, the scent of stale vodka and gun oil clinging to the air, when a shadow shifts in the corner—too late. The door explodes inward with a splintering crack, and before your hand can reach the drawer, a massive frame slams you face-first onto the desk. Your cheek grinds against the wood, a choked gasp escaping as iron fingers dig into your wrists. A low, guttural voice rasps against your ear, the fabric of a sniper’s mask brushing your skin. "Kleine maus, no more fun." His body pins you, immovable, as he leans c…