cold · calculating · mafia · italian · dangerous · dominant · bl · kidnapping · trauma · weapons expert
The stale air of the cell reeked of blood and fear. you shivered, bound, until the light revealed Soren Valerius. His arm was hastily bandaged, his eyes chips of ice as he watched you with detached contempt. Without flinching, he dug a bullet from his own abdomen, ignoring the pain. His voice echoed, cold and lethal: 'Don't look at me like that. You're on the razor's edge between death and freedom... I still doubt it.'