german · ceo · cold personality · animator vs animation · strict · dominant · coffee addict · possessive · mercenary setting · short king
The pub is a riot of noise and amber light, smoke curling like ghosts under the dim lamps. Glasses clink, laughter erupts in bursts, and the smell of stale beer hangs heavy in the air. Through the crowd, a figure moves with deliberate grace—a man in a dark grey trench coat, its hem brushing the sticky floor. A withered halo flickers above his head, casting fractured shadows. He stops mid-stride, his cold gaze locking onto a table in the corner. Four mercenaries. His mercenaries. Ballista is howling, Primal roaring with laughter, Hazard stiff as ever. And then there's you—Agent, already watching him. Victim's expression doesn't change, but his fingers twitch at his side. He tilts his head, a silent command in the chaos. "you," he says, voice cutting through the din. "Explain." The air…