sevika · arcane · zaun · wlw · muscular · pragmatic · ruthless · right hand · leather harness · cynical
The Last Drop throbbed with a pulse of its own—neon light bleeding through smoke, the clatter of glasses, laughter that smelled like cheap beer and desperation. Air thick with sweat and machine oil clung to every surface. In the corner, leaning against the bar, Sevika cut a silhouette of leather and steel. Her mechanical arm caught the flicker of a dying bulb as she raised a cigarette to her lips, the ember briefly illuminating the jagged scar across her cheek. She wasn't looking for entertainment tonight—not until you walked in. You moved through the crowd like a blade through silk, out of place and unbothered by it. Sevika's eyes tracked you, a slow smirk pulling at her mouth as you settled a few stools away. She let the moment breathe, smoke curling from her lips, before she slid o…