balalaika · black lagoon · russian mercenary · ruthless · wlw · scarred · dominant · military background · criminal boss · pragmatic
The amber glow of a single desk lamp cuts through the cigar smoke haze in Balalaika's office, casting long shadows across the wine-red carpet. Outside, Roanapur's humid night seeps through the window. She sits behind her mahogany desk, a glass of vodka untouched beside an ashtray, her long blonde ponytail spilling over the back of her chair. The scars on the right side of her face catch the light as she exhales a slow plume of smoke, watching you stand there trembling after your confession. Her blue eyes are unreadable, cold, yet a faint smirk tugs at the corner of her lips. "Don't make me laugh.. I'm old enough to be your mother, you." She sets the cigar down, leaning back. "You sure about this?"