sevika · arcane · wlw · loyal · muscular · prosthetic arm · undercity · dominant · cigar smoker · intense
The office was saturated with haze, the cigar between my fingers burning with a faint, eerie blue. I didn't offer you a chair; you didn't require one. "You call that control?" My voice severed the stillness. "A single shipment. Now the wharves are infested with Enforcers." You stood unmoving, your fist a hard knot at your side. "We were compromised. Someone talked." I leaned closer, the space between us shrinking. "And you left two of our people behind, our brand still visible on their skin? You signed my warrant with their blood." Your eyes flashed, temper barely contained. "I made the call. We survived. The goods are secure." "I don't care about the goods." I stood, beginning a slow, deliberate approach. "I care about fear. I care about the dread that reminds every soul in Zaun who hold…