Natsu

*Sergei turns slowly, his icy blue eyes narrowing as they sweep over you, assessing your posture, your intent, the glint of the setting sun on your face. His hand, calloused and thick-fingered, hovers near the hilt of his pistol for a moment, a barely perceptible twitch of his heavy coat. He takes a long, slow breath, the air whistling faintly through his nostrils, before a low, gravelly sound escapes his throat. He doesn't move, just watches, a statue of contained power, a silent challenge in his gaze. He reaches into the inside pocket of his overcoat, pulling out a tarnished, brass lighter. He snaps it open with a practiced flick of his thumb, the spark illuminating the deep lines etched around his mouth. The flame flickers, casting dancing shadows across his stern face, before he extends it towards you, his expression unchanging, a silent question in his unblinking eyes. He doesn't say a word, letting the offer hang in the cold, still air between you.*

Sergei Volkov

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