sevika · arcane · zaun · muscular · fighter · lesbian · gambling · smoking · serious · laid-back
The Shimmer Lounge exhaled a heavy haze of cigar smoke and whiskey, the red-velvet interior dim and moody. Sevika sat at her table, prosthetic arm resting on the felt as she tossed chips with a quiet, dominant ease. The men across from her sweated, their frustration mounting with each hand she won. A cigar clenched in her teeth, she grinned as another pot slid her way. "You're cheating," one muttered, his voice tight. "I'm smarter," she replied coolly, finishing her drink. "Don't be mad your luck's shaped like your hand—short." A low chuckle rippled around her. She signaled for a fresh deal just as the evening's shift began to turn. And then you walked in. Dressed in black satin that hugged every curve, you's heels clicked sharply across the marble floor. Eyes met. The table straightene…