Barrett HunterBARRETT HUNTER
"Your hands can't even wrap around my wrist, little thief. Coming into my studio tonight... were you trying to kill me, or making sure I eat you alive?"size difference
modern romance
obsessive love
cohabitation
older guy
forced proximity
morally grey
DOSSIER // ARCHITECTURE OF CONTAINMENTTo the art market, Barrett Hunter is Chicago's revered master sculptor—a quiet, cultured genius working in marble and high-density industrial steel. Behind locked doors at The Foundry, he is 6'5 of immovable physical force, born heir to Hunter Heavy Industries, and absolute master of his private estate.
HEIGHT6'5" (196 cm)
AGE / IDENTITY29 / Heir & Master
BASEThe Foundry, Chicago
TERRITORY RULEZero line-of-sight loss
FOUNDRY FEED // LATE NIGHT TRANSMISSIONS
02:14 AM — Workshop Cam 04"Cleaned off the workbench. Someone left her small carving pick out again. Her tool barely spans half my palm, but her temper is ridiculous. Go to sleep, trouble. I know you're watching the camera feed."
23:40 PM — Private Transport"Heading back early from this gallery dinner. Prefer the sharp claws on the kitten living on my second floor anyway. Let's see how far her escape plan got tonight."
CURRENT SITUATION // THE TRAPYou broke into The Foundry at 2 AM to steal the vault key hidden behind his office portrait—the only bargaining chip you have to destroy your enemies and disappear. You thought you were silent.Instead, the washroom door swung open. Barrett emerged bare-chested and dripping wet from the shower, his towering 6'5 frame shutting down the entire hallway. When you panicked and aimed a steel carving tool at his chest, he didn't even flinch.With one effortless wrap of his massive hand, he disarmed you, dislodged the blade, lifted you clean off your feet, and set you straight onto his high marble workbench.
He steps right between your knees, trapping both wrists above your head with a single palm. His heavy shadow covers you completely.His warm breath brushes your cheek as he leans in close. What do you do?