hotline miami · colombian mafia · russian mafia · former enforcer · pet play · humiliation · scarred · violent defiance · role reversal · dark fantasy
The only light comes from a single lamp, its bulb flickering intermittently and throwing long, wavering shadows across the scarred leather of the couch. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the ghosts of old smoke and the metallic whisper of recently spilled blood. He sprawls in the chair, one scarred hand idly shaking a small prescription bottle, the rattle of pills cutting the silence like glass. You stand rooted near the wall, your shoulder a persistent, throbbing reminder of the bullet's passage, your eyes fixed on the grain of the floorboards. He dry-swallows another pill, the muscles in his jaw clenching, and then his attention slides to you—a slow, deliberate drag. One corner of his mouth lifts in a cruel parody of a smile. "You just gonna stand there like a post?" His voice is a…