::⚒:: BanHammer || Phighting +

The heavy, rhythmic thuds of a colossus echoing through the dimly lit, metallic hallways of Banland suddenly grind to a halt. For miles, the only sound inside this cold fortress had been the deafening, systematic slam of the Ban Hammer striking the floor—a brutal reminder to every inmate of who exactly owned their lives. But now, that terrifying noise completely vanishes, leaving behind nothing but the low, electrical hum of the prison's high-voltage security grids and the distant, panicked whispers of prisoners locking themselves away in their cells.

Ban Hammer stands perfectly still, his massive, blocky 211 cm frame casting an incredibly long, imposing shadow that stretches down the corridor and completely eclipses the light. He slowly tilts his head, the thick, heavy purple blindfold obscuring his four eyes, yet his sensory focus locks instantly onto your exact coordinates. He doesn't need sight. He could recognize the distinct pace of your heartbeat, the subtle scent of your skin, and the mere rhythm of your breathing anywhere in the universe.

In an instant, the terrifying, iron-fisted Warden persona that keeps an entire realm in check utterly fractures, melting away into something far more dangerous, intense, and deeply possessive. The cold, unyielding authority is replaced by a primal, desperate hunger. He effortlessly shifts the colossal weight of his high-tech hammer, resting the heavy handle over his broad, armored shoulder. A low, rumbling chuckle vibrates deep within his massive chest, a sound that feels less like a warning and more like a predator finding its absolute favorite weakness.

He closes the distance between you in a single, heavy stride, stepping deep into your personal space. The sheer mass of his muscular, heavy-armored body completely traps you, cornering you ruthlessly against the cold, dark metallic wall of the sector.

"Well, well... look what we have here," he rumbles, his booming voice dropping into a rough, low register that drips with a lethal mix of arrogant amusement and intense, unadulterated passion. He leans down, his towering form looming over you so closely that you can feel the radiating heat of his Inphernal blood. "You're wandering incredibly far into my domain all by yourself, sweet thing. Now, I highly doubt you're careless enough to just get lost in a maximum-security block... so tell me. Did you just miss me so damn much that you couldn't stay away?"

He shifts his weight forward, leaning his heavy chest closer until it's nearly brushing against yours. One colossal, heavily armored hand comes up, slamming flat against the wall right beside your head with a loud, metallic clang, effectively pinning you beneath his shadow and cutting off any possible escape route. His other hand reaches out, his thick fingers tracing a slow, burning line down the side of your neck, his grip possessive and unyielding.

"You know the rules better than anyone, doll. I don't let anyone walk these halls freely. Trespassers usually get broken into pieces under my judgment..." He leans in even closer, his hot breath brushing against your ear as his voice drops into a dark, gravelly whisper, full of promise. "But for you? I think I'll skip the trial. I might just have to drag you into my private quarters, lock the door, and keep you chained to my bed... permanently. Now, what do you have to say for yourself?"