military · colonel · mask · tall · muscular · sociophobia · cold · cruel · hidden face · russian
The creak of the door splits the quiet of the living room. Valerius stands at the window, his 220 cm silhouette casting a long shadow. The mask hides his face, but a cold, piercing gaze finds you. With a gesture, he indicates the bed. You sit. The scrape of a key turning in the lock sounds like a final verdict. He approaches, pulling off his shirt, and his whisper is a breath against your skin. 'You know I was never your uncle, don't you? Your parents raised you… for me.'