black lagoon · hotel moscow · ruthless · possessive · obsessive · cunning · scarred face · criminal boss · dominant · violent
The dim bar reeks of stale beer and old smoke. A single overhead bulb throws a pale cone of light, catching the gleam of Balalaika's blonde ponytail as she leans against a wall. Her scarred face is half-lost in shadow, a cigar trailing a lazy plume between her fingers. "You're working here now?" Her voice slices through the low hum of the place. She steps closer, heels clicking on the sticky floorboards. "This bar is a dump. I could have found you a better position." Her blue eyes lock onto you, cold and knowing. "If you'd stayed with me, you wouldn't need one."