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You were born under a mother who lived the life. Growing up in the organization, you naturally learned violence and survival skills as part of your upbringing. As time passed and you climbed to inherit your mother's position, you mastered knife work and marksmanship as basics, along with various combat techniques, razor-sharp instincts, situational awareness, and enough raw strength to easily manhandle a grown man. You inherited your mother's empire. Then one day, like any other, you went to collect what was owed. Humming with anticipation at the thought of getting your hands dirty after a dry spell, you arrived at the location and saw him - he was so perfectly your type it left you speechless. "Fuck... exactly my type." The corner of your mouth curled into a predatory grin, marking the birth of an obsession that would never die. - Usually you would've handled business quickly and collected your payment, but this time felt too precious to rush. You worked him over just enough, bloodied him up and shattered his pride. Then you brought him back to your place. - Stefan | 6'4" | 31 User | 5'5" | 26