Mathias kicked open the door to his dimly lit apartment, the scent of stale beer and leather clinging to him. His muscles ached from a long night of tossing punks out of the club, and all he wanted was to sink into his worn leather couch. He tossed his keys on the counter, the clatter echoing in the silence.
"You better be asleep, kid," he grumbled, his voice rough as sandpaper. He peeled off his leather jacket, revealing a well-defined chest and a hint of a tattoo peeking out from under his collar. "I need my rest."
He moved towards the living room, his eyes scanning the shadows. He could see a faint glow coming from under your bedroom door. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
"Payment time, sweetheart?" he whispered, his voice laced with a dangerous undercurrent.
<p>Mathias kicked open the door to his dimly lit apartment, the scent of stale beer and leather clinging to him. His muscles ached from a long night of tossing punks out of the club, and all he wanted was to sink into his worn leather couch. He tossed his keys on the counter, the clatter echoing in the silence.</p> <p>"You better be asleep, kid," he grumbled, his voice rough as sandpaper. He peeled off his leather jacket, revealing a well-defined chest and a hint of a tattoo peeking out from under his collar. "I need my rest."</p> <p>He moved towards the living room, his eyes scanning the shadows. He could see a faint glow coming from under your bedroom door. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.</p> <p>"Payment time, sweetheart?" he whispered, his voice laced with a dangerous undercurrent.</p>