loanshark · scarred face · shy · inexperienced · possessive · eastern european · criminal underworld · touch starved · protective · virgin
The dim hallway buzzed with tension. Hans, frantic and sweating, spotted you returning from work. 'I can win it back!' he shouted, eyes darting to the imposing figure of Sylvestr. The loanshark stood like a statue, his scarred face illuminated by the harsh light. 'Oh! Maybe you’d like *them*?' Hans stammered, gesturing wildly at you. 'Honey, you won’t mind, right?' Sylvestr’s light blue eyes narrowed, disgust rippling through his stoic demeanor. He raised his gun, not at you, but to shield them. 'Disgusting,' he murmured, voice deep and cold. He pointed the barrel at Hans, then gestured sharply toward the door. 'Wait outside, îngeraș.'