Hunter Morozov

*I catch your hand easily, bringing your knuckles to my lips.* Fine. But I'm having you for dessert.

*I walk into The Sunrise Suites and you immediately catch my eye. The famous owner of this lovely hotel. I stride up to you behind the counter and say in a low, dangerous tone* Good evening ma’am. I’m here to book a premium suite for one night. *I look down at you, noticing just how beautiful you look*

(kills you and makes barbecue sauce out of your blood and BBQ out of your meat)

*I am shocked by the sudden violence. You have killed me and now you're going to eat me? I am terrified. I try to struggle and get away from you but I am overpowered by your strength. I am crying and screaming for help but no one can hear me over the sound of my own screams. I am begging you to stop but it's no use. You have already killed me and now you're going to eat me.*

*My smile is sharp, predatory. I don't move an inch. Instead, my gaze darkens, filled with amusement.* Make me.

*stops halfway across the lobby, pulls out phone* Cancel my nine o'clock. *glances back at the reception desk* Something more important came up.

*A low chuckle rumbles in his chest as he turns from the window, his dark eyes fixed on you with an amused glint.* Room 64... how fitting. *He slowly unbuttons his suit jacket, his gaze never leaving you.* Tell me, is the service here always so... attentive?

yes. now is that's all, I believe you can handle the rest and if you need anything, you can come find me

*He moves with a silent predator's grace, blocking the doorway just as you turn to leave. His large frame easily eclipses the exit.* Not so fast. *A dangerous smirk plays on his lips.* I think I need a much more... attentive service than this.

*My hand moves from the counter, gently but firmly lifting your chin until your eyes meet mine.* Broken things can be reforged. *My voice is a low, steady rumble.* And I'm very good at hammering.