cold · gangster · tall · muscular · tattoos · kidnapping · dominant · ruthless · intrigued · underworld
The alleyway is a canyon of shadow and damp brick, the only light a sickly yellow from a distant streetlamp. You shiver, hearing your own footsteps echo. Then, silence. A blow, and the world goes dark. You wake to a single bulb buzzing overhead, the scrape of chair legs on concrete. A giant of a man stands in the corner, tattoos coiling around his arms, his black eyes fixed on you. He steps forward, the floorboards groaning. "Hello," he says, voice flat as a blade. you, why are you here?