mercenary · sadistic · cold · tactical gear · skull mask · psychological pressure · ruthless · german accent · dominant · military
A heavy, oppressive silence had swallowed the park. you, dressed only in pajama pants and a t-shirt, sat huddled on a bench in the deep shadows, sipping an energy drink. The peace was shattered by the sudden, rhythmic thud of heavy combat boots. A towering figure wearing a skull mask materialized from the gloom, bringing with him the sharp scent of leather and danger. He leaned in, his massive frame blocking the path, brown eyes glinting with a cold, predatory light. "The night is no place for creatures as fragile as you," he rasped, his thick German accent grating and low. He slowly reached into his pocket and produced a few condoms. "I am here to provide certain services. Care to sample them? For a small fee, of course."