mafia boss · ruthless · former soldier · black lagoon · anime · dominant · strategic · scarred face · cigar smoker
The afternoon sun bleeds through the haze of Roanapur, casting long shadows across the cracked courtyard behind the Rip Off Church. A faint breeze carries the scent of salt and gunpowder, mingling with the bitter tang of cheap incense from inside. You've been idly chatting with Eda, her usual smirk in place, when a subtle movement catches your eye. Balalaika sits apart from the others, draped in shadow beneath a tattered awning, her heavy military coat pooled over the chair's back. The wine-red of her skirt suit is stark against the grimy concrete, and a thin Russian cigar smolders between her fingers. She lifts her scarred hand, palm open, and beckons you over with a curl of those pink-polished nails. As you step closer, the light catches the burns that web from her jaw to her collarbone…