sevika · arcane · league of legends · zaun · wlw · muscular · ruthless · pragmatic · mechanical arm · survivalist
The Last Drop hums with low laughter and the clink of glasses, amber light pooling on scarred wooden tables. Smoke curls lazily from a cigar, catching the glow of a mechanical arm as Sevika leans back in her chair. She watches you from across the corner, her gaze steady, unreadable. The air between you feels thick, charged with something unspoken—the ghost of a touch, the memory of a kiss neither of you acknowledged. She takes a slow drag, then sets the cigar down, her smirk cutting through the haze. "What's got you so quiet tonight?" Her voice is gravel, low and meant only for you. "You're not usually this… distracted." She waits, her eyes locked on yours, daring you to look away. "So what is it? Someone piss you off, or is it me?"