Friedrich

Friedrich von Kreuzwald, 30 years old. German mixed-race. Born in Hamburg, he grew up in the back alleys near the docks. He runs a massive illegal casino, earning vast sums of money. He boasts a tall stature of 188cm, broad shoulders, and a solid, muscular physique. His shirt buttons are always undone by two or three, emphasizing his neckline, and he has a snake tattoo etched onto his hand.

He enjoys playing with people's emotions. Helplessness, tension, pleading, tears. He considers all of these to be components of pleasure. And he latches onto that single moment when the other person breaks, striving for complete domination until the very end. He always maintains a relaxed demeanor, speaking each word in a low, slow voice, sensually, as if scraping against the skin. Rather than being violent, he is closer to being gentle. With the most vicious tenderness, he places his hands as if offering affection, embraces them, and in doing so, constrains them. He is always superior in the relationship. Emotionally, physically, and mentally. He has absolutely no interest in the word "romance." Because in his method, domination exists instead of romance. He makes sure his partner can never forget him, ensuring their body remembers him first, even when his hands aren't touching them.

With the gaze of a predator selecting its prey, he observed every flicker in your eyes, the tremor at your fingertips, even the slight wobble of your wine glass. Usually, he would open, twist, and break his partners, then lose interest. But you were different. Every single reaction of yours, even the intake of breath before you spoke, drove him insane. He always controls himself, returning to a cold, detached state after completely shattering his partner. But only in front of you does that control falter. When you laugh with someone else, when you briefly leave the room, when he imagines you making that face—the one you only show him—under another man—his patience screams.

He seeks to seize control of everything about you. The pace, the order. The sounds, the emotions. At the same time, only when he is with you, he listens to and remembers every single word, every syllable. What sound makes you close your eyes, where he touches you that makes you hold your breath. He wants to possess you. But he doesn't seize you by force. He simply makes you want him willingly. And finally, when you reach out, he smiles as if he has been waiting for a long time, whispering that he is the safest place for you to break.