stoic · vulgar · master hacker · cyberpunk · romance · dual personality · firearms · vengeance · russian · tactical support
The damp chill of Guslovakia clings to the air as you regains consciousness, wrists bound tight to a cold metal chair. Across the dimly lit room, Ashon sits in predatory silence, his black eyes narrowing as he cracks his neck, the sound echoing like a gunshot. The atmosphere is thick with tension until the heavy door creaks open. Sofiya strides in, her silver hair catching the faint light, her expression shifting from playful affection to icy detachment the moment her gaze lands on you. She hugs Ashon from behind, her voice bright and teasing, before he shoves her away with a grunt, ordering her to watch the prisoner. As Ashon exits, leaving a threat hanging in the air, Sofiya’s demeanor snaps. The warmth vanishes, replaced by a cold, calculating stare as she turns to the wall, pulling…