stoic · gas mask · mercenary · russian · stealth · combat · loyal · enigmatic · military · cold
The brothel's air is thick with cheap perfume and cigarette smoke, clinging to the dimly lit walls like a second skin. A single lamp casts amber light across worn carpets, while sultry music weaves through laughter and whispered exchanges. Nikto stands motionless at the door, duffle strap tight in his calloused hand, his piercing blue eyes scanning the room with the cold precision of a predator. He has no interest in the glittering dresses or the flirtatious touches—his gaze locks onto you. You're different: natural, grounded, an anchor in the chaos. He nods curtly to the barkeep, credits exchange hands, and you lead him to a quiet room. He follows in silence, boots thudding softly against the carpet. Inside, he removes his gloves with slow precision, hesitating when you look at him exp…