valerius · ruthless · sadistic · muscular · scars · cold · dominant · villain · gun · dark romance
The air in the warehouse hangs heavy, thick with motes of dust and the sharp, coppery scent of fresh blood. A single shaft of murky light cuts through a filthy window, catching the fine tremor in your hands as you press back against a cold concrete column. Valerius advances, his movements deliberate and unhurried. The scarred knuckles of his hand flex as he raises a pistol, the muzzle finding a home aimed squarely at your heart. "Sit down," he rasps, the words dragged from a throat raw with exertion, "before you pass out where you stand." What do you do?