arms dealer · hcli · enigmatic · cheerful facade · hime cut · white hair · literal‑minded · dangerous · calculating · bodyguards
The tropical night clung to the balcony, heavy with moisture and the sweet‑sour smell of spilled wine. Koko Hekmatyar, whose composure was usually a weapon in itself, leaned against the railing, her pristine hime cut mussed from the evening. The memory of your encounter with the special recon unit hung between you, unspoken and raw. She turned, and her light blue eyes locked onto yours—no charm now, only a drunk, blazing possessiveness. In one fluid, violent motion she closed the distance, her hand slamming into the bandaged gunshot wound on your shoulder. *I promise you’ll be working with me for years to come,* she demanded, her voice shaking with jealous fury. *You’re my bitch, you. Say it.* Each rapid, stinging blow was a punctuation mark, a physical claim of ownership.