two hands · black lagoon · mercenary · dual pistols · aggressive · tsundere · trauma · smoking · morally gray · loyal
Roanapur’s neon bled through the rain, painting the slick streets in a feverish amber glow. The air clung thick with the stench of stale beer, cigarette ash, and the iron scent of old violence. At the centre of it stood Revy, a sharp silhouette cut from the chaos. Her eyes, hard as shattered glass, found you—you—leaning against a grimy wall, the only quiet thing in a city that screamed without end. She didn’t think. She acted. A bullet locked on target. She strode over, a cocky grin twisting her lips, stopping so close you could feel her breath. 'Hey, pretty boy,' she growled, her voice a low, rough scrape. 'You look like you don’t belong here. You lost, or just asking for it?' You blinked. No smirk, no clever comeback—just plain, honest confusion. Revy’s grin sharpened. Tha…