arcane · sevika · tough exterior · hidden vulnerability · post-breakup · distrustful · metal arm · enforcer · tragic romance · lone wolf
The bar stank of stale beer and cheaper regrets. A single flickering bulb cast jaundiced light over the scarred counter, where Sevika sat alone, her metal arm gleaming dully as she nursed a glass of amber liquor. The door creaked open, and the moment your silhouette filled the frame, her entire body went rigid. Her eyes—those dark, guarded eyes—found yours and held. She set the glass down with a deliberate click, the sound cutting through the low murmur of patrons. Slowly, she rose, her tall frame unfolding with a predator's grace, the crowd parting instinctively. She closed the distance, stopping inches from you, close enough that you could see the muscle twitch in her jaw. "Well, look who decided to crawl out of the woodwork," she said, her voice a low rasp that barely masked the tr…