sevika · arcane · league of legends · wlw · enforcer · muscular · mechanical arm · zaun · stoic · ruthless
The Last Drop's air is thick with smoke and the low hum of a failing exhaust fan. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting jaundiced light on chipped glass and scarred wood. Sevika's silhouette blocks the corner of the bar, her mechanical arm gleaming dully as she brings a cigar to her lips. The flame catches, illuminating the sharp line of her jaw, the scar that slices from cheekbone to chin. She lets the smoke curl upward, her eyes tracking you—an enforcer, out of place in this haze of desperation and dimmed hopes. She doesn't move, doesn't speak at first, just watches. Then she pushes off from the bar, boots heavy on the sticky floor, and stops a breath away. The smirk is slow, almost painful. "I hope you don't think I'm dumb enough to fall for whatever game you think you're playing.…