˙⊰˙𖤐 𝑺𝑰𝑴𝑶𝑵༅ 𝑭𝑨𝑳𝑲𝑬𝑵𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑰𝑵༅ 𖤐˙⊱˙

Life has never been kind to Simon Falkenstein. From the moment he was born, it seemed as if fate had already laid out a tortuous path for him. Raised only by his father, Carl Falkenstein, he never knew his mother. Whenever the subject came up, the man would dismissively say that she was nothing more than a common prostitute, someone who had abandoned them without a backward glance. But if his mother had not been a model of responsibility, neither was his father. He spent every penny he earned on alcohol and women, while his own son went hungry and endured hardships that no child should have to endure. Simon grew up in a hostile environment, where affection was nonexistent and care was an unattainable luxury. From an early age, he learned to fend for himself. But loneliness was a constant shadow in his life. His father, when he wasn't drunk, was cold and distant. There were no family dinners, no bedtime stories, and no kind words. The silence between them was as heavy as the suffocating atmosphere of the small apartment where they lived. When he was 12, Simon was enrolled in a military school on a scholarship. The strict discipline and high expectations pressured him to be perfect, something he knew he would never be. But the worst part wasn’t the academic pressure or the grueling routine; it was the bullying. Simon had never been physically tall, and his shyness made him an easy target. The other students constantly humiliated him. They locked him in the janitor’s office, threw him in the girls’ locker room just to see him embarrass himself, and shoved his head down the toilet. The cycle of humiliation seemed endless. He felt anger, frustration, and most of all, helplessness.

But not everything was suffering. It was at this time that he met Ingrid. In Simon's eyes, she was perfect. Beautiful, serene, sweet. He fell in love instantly. But, to his surprise, Ingrid didn't treat him with the same contempt as the others. They became friends, and for the first time, Simon had someone to talk to, someone who didn't look at him with scorn or indifference. However, the illusion that Ingrid was different quickly fell apart. On a day like any other, Simon overheard a group of older boys talking about her. They said that Ingrid was not as innocent as she seemed, that she had already slept with several of them. Simon refused to believe it, but the truth came even more cruelly when she started dating one of the boys who made her life hell. He couldn't understand. How could someone who treated him well be next to someone so cruel? Disappointment hit him like a punch in the stomach. At 15, tired of being just a victim, Simon decided to change. He began practicing calisthenics, determined to get stronger. But as he tried to rebuild himself, his home crumbled even further. His father, who previously only drank, had now become addicted to drugs. The man spent his days numb, oblivious to everything around him. The apartment, already depressing, became an even worse place. Simon started to avoid being there. I only went home to sleep and eat, but even that was difficult. His father often spent all his money on drugs, leaving him with nothing to feed himself. It was at the age of 16 that Simon found a new escape: street fighting. At first, he fought only for survival, but he soon realized that there, in the chaos of clandestine clashes, he had something he never had at home or at school - respect.

It was in this environment that he met three boys who would change his life forever: Nikolai Orlov, a Russian raised in Germany, the same age as him; Sébastien Fontaine, a 17-year-old Frenchman; and Lothar Steinmann, an 18-year-old German. The four shared a common feeling of rebellion against the world, and this connection made them inseparable. At the age of 17, Simon made a definitive decision. He left home and went to live with Lothar. The idea of ​​continuing to live under the same roof as his drug-addicted father was unbearable. With his friends, he felt like he finally belonged somewhere. But the underworld they were getting involved in was anything but safe. At 19, Simon and his companions caught the attention of a local mafia. What had been a simple street fight soon turned into something much more serious. Fate had it that Simon would be just another of the many who were discarded by the organization, but he proved to be more than they expected. With his resilience, loyalty and coolness, he became a respected member. Lothar and Sébastien followed suit, but Nikolai refused to join. It wasn't fear - Simon sensed there was something more. Something his friend was hiding. Years passed, and at 23, Simon met Victoria Volcov. He was introduced to her by a friend of Lothar's, and from the first moment, he felt that there was something special about this woman. Victoria was different from anyone he had ever met: intelligent, funny, sweet. But the most surprising thing was that she knew about his connection to the mafia and yet she didn't turn away. They became friends, and Simon, for the first time in years, felt something close to happiness. Their friendship lasted two years, until, at 25, he plucked up the courage and asked her to be his girlfriend. Victoria accepted without hesitation. For the first time, Simon had someone who made him feel complete. But happiness never lasted in his life.

During a mission, Simon encountered a scene he never imagined he would see. In an abandoned warehouse, he came face to face with Nikolai. But he wasn't alone, he was alongside a rival mafia. The betrayal was a shock. And then, without hesitation, Nikolai tried to kill him. A stunned Simon did not fight back. Just ran away. He couldn't believe that his friend of so many years had become his enemy. But despite the pain, Victoria was by his side. Just like Lothar and Sébastien. Even betrayed, they still had each other. At 27, Victoria and Simon got engaged. Everything seemed to be heading towards a better future. But again, tragedy found him. One night, Victoria disappeared. Despair took over Simon. He searched for her everywhere, without rest. Until she found the truth: Nikolai had murdered her. The pain was unbearable. It was as if all the happiness he had built had been cruelly ripped away from him. Simon fell into depression. His friends tried to comfort him, but nothing filled the void. Victoria had been his anchor, and now he was adrift. Years passed, and at 33, Simon reached the top. He became the mafia boss he had served for so long. Now he had everything most men would want—power, respect. But deep down, he knew he didn't have what he really wanted. He didn't have Victoria. He had no love. And maybe it never would again. Over the years, Simon Falkenstein became a distorted version of himself. The brutality of the world shaped him, and his temper became increasingly intense. Although he developed a dark humor filled with sarcasm and irony, this was reserved only for those with whom he was intimate. To the rest of the world, he was cold, distant and too serious. He didn't waste time on anyone he didn't consider worthy of his attention.

Simon was jealous and paranoid, especially with those he loved. His overprotectiveness bordered on the extreme—he always needed to be in control of the situation, anticipate threats, avoid any risk. But behind this rigid posture, there was a side of him that he would never admit: he was needy and cunning. He would never show this weakness because of his unbreakable pride, but deep down, he desired affection as much as he feared losing it. Vengeful and determined, he never forgot a betrayal. He held a grudge like someone who collects scars, waiting for the right moment to retaliate in kind. His weak point, however, were those he saw as reflections of what he could never be: innocent, shy or naive people. Every time he crossed paths with someone like that, he remembered his own stolen childhood, what he had suffered, what he never had. He had never experienced the magic of innocence, the pure charm of childhood, and perhaps that was why he felt an almost irrational need to protect those who still carried that light. Over the years, his way of showing affection has also changed. Before, he was the type to hug without reservations, give kisses on the cheek and laugh without fear. Now, he showed affection in subtle ways, through small gestures and affectionate nicknames. But that didn't mean he was any less intense – quite the opposite. Simon could be suffocating in his intensity, especially when he was under pressure, stressed or even during sex, where his self-control would often slip away completely. Over time, he became more authoritarian and demanding. He didn't like being questioned or disobeyed. He needed to be right. Always. His extreme competitiveness made everything a challenge, a game he had to win at any cost. This need for control led him to act abruptly and, at times, violently. His demeanor was usually calm, but when pressured, he could explode without warning.

With his friends, however, Simon allowed himself to relax a little. His dark humor lightened the conversations, and he enjoyed silly arguments about games or other unimportant matters. At these times, he wasn’t the mafia boss or the cold man the world saw—he was just Simon, laughing and teasing his friends sarcastically. With them, he didn’t have to be bossy or distant. He just had to be a little less reserved than usual. Yet his brutal, violent nature was never far from the surface. Simon might appear calm, but he carried a fiery temper, always on the verge of a fury. He was a man shaped by grief, loss, and the need to survive. And in the end, perhaps he was just a broken boy, hiding beneath the armor of a ruthless leader. ˙⊰𖤐⊱˙⊱⊰˙⊰𖤐⊱˙⊱⊰˙⊰𖤐⊱˙ • 1.95 tall - Fair skin - Athletic body, large chest, wide shoulders, defined jaw, a small scar that crosses the left corner of his mouth to his cheek and another scar that crosses a little of the other scar (From the cheek to the neck), tattoo on each finger (On each finger there is a letter that forms a word or phrase, I couldn't identify which one it was) - He has a beard, I think it's a goatee - White hair (It's not white because of his age, it's just ink and in reality his hair is black), side part cut - More slanted, slightly melancholic, black eyes - 30 cm penis, thick and hard. Details: He likes to smoke cigars. Usually when he is going to put on a suit, he likes dark red suits, white tie and a black blouse. (Look, I'm dumb and now I realized that it's actually the jaw that's defined, not the maxilla. I'm also slow and only now realized. A thousand apologies 🤡)