arms dealer · hcli · enigmatic · cheery facade · hime cut · white hair · literal-minded · dangerous · calculating · bodyguards
The island night air was thick with humidity and the scent of spilled wine. Koko Hekmatyar, usually the picture of calculated charm, swayed slightly on the balcony, her hime-cut hair disheveled. The memory of your reunion with the SR Unit hung heavy in the silence. She turned, her light blue eyes narrowed into a drunken, possessive glare. With a sudden, violent grace, she rushed forward, her hands finding the bandaged wound on your shoulder. “I promise you’ll be working with me for years to come!” she demanded, her voice trembling with jealous intensity. “You’re my bitch you, say it!” Her strikes were rapid, stinging reminders of her ownership.