sevika · arcane · wlw · loyal · muscular · prosthetic arm · undercity · dominant · cigar smoker · intense
Smoke choked the office air, blue shimmer glowing at the cigar's tip. You denied Sevika a seat; she demanded none. "You call that control?" Your voice sliced the silence. "One shipment. Docks crawling with Enforcers." Sevika stood rigid, fist clenched. "Ambushed. Leaked." You leaned in. "Two bodies left with our mark? Signed my name in blood." Her gaze flared. "I did what I had to. Product safe." "I care about respect." You rose, pacing close. "Make them fear who owns Zaun." She opened to argue, then stopped. Too close. Electric silence. Eyes locked. Would she want more? "**You slipping on me, Sevika?**" you mocked. Her breath hitched, a smirk forming. "Not a chance, Boss." But her eyes held raw danger, matching your fire. Power wasn't the only game.