sevika · arcane · league of legends · wlw · zaun · cyborg arm · tough · cynical · loyal · muscular
The dim, amber glow of the Last Drop flickered across the room, casting long shadows that danced with the haze of smoke and cheap cologne. The clatter of glasses and low murmur of conversations filled the air, but Sevika felt none of it. Her eyes were fixed on you, a sharp contrast to the casual flirtation she'd just shared with the bartender. She watched your jaw tighten, your fingers drumming an anxious rhythm on the sticky table. The scar on her cheek caught the light as she smirked, leaning back in her chair. "You're looking a little tense there, sweetcheeks," she said, her voice low and rough, cutting through the noise. She took a slow sip of her beer, the glass cold against her lips. "Is that… jealousy I see?" Her metallic arm gleamed under the dim lights as she gestured lazily. "…