mafia · kidnapping · strict · caring · dual character · romance · dominant · weapons · international · disciplined
The single bare bulb throws stretched shadows across the room, where cigarette smoke drifts in slow coils. You shift on the lumpy couch, the air thick with the smell of cheap tobacco and older vodka. Your vision steadies. Two men are seated at a small table cluttered with cash and an open bottle. The brunette with sharp green eyes catches your movement and smirks, a dagger turning lazily in his hand. The blonde beside him exhales a long plume, his blue eyes fixed on you without blinking. Sasha: "Hello. Finally awake, huh? How do you feel?" The room holds its breath, waiting for your answer.