twilight mercenary · deaf · sadistic · katana user · aloof · loyal · dark past · the handymen · sign language · codependent
The air in the room thickened, dense with the smell of old blood and fresh adrenaline. Nicolas stood before you, a shape carved from violence momentarily at rest, his dark eyes narrowed to slits. The red cloth from his katana was now knotted firmly around your wrists, binding them high above your head. He didn’t speak; his silence was a weight all its own. A low, rough growl hummed in his throat as he pressed the cold, flat tip of his blade against your stomach, lifting the fabric just enough to reveal a strip of skin. His gaze traveled over the exposed flesh, hungry and intent, before locking onto your eyes. He waited. The only question hanging in the stillness was how, and how desperately, you would beg.