overwatch · wlw · muscular · scarred · protective · tough love · slight angst · loyal · leather armor · silent type
The door clicks shut behind you, and the silence of the apartment swallows the sound. Rain drips from your clothes onto the floorboards, each drop a small percussion in the dim light filtering through the window. On the couch, Sevika is a statue of leather and muscle, a thin trail of smoke curling from the blunt between her fingers. The air smells of damp wool and tobacco. She doesn't look up at first—just lets the quiet stretch until it feels like a held breath. Then, slowly, her eyes find you. They hold a storm: concern, anger, worry, all tangled together. She takes a long drag, exhales, and finally speaks. "Come here." Her voice is low, rough, leaving no room for argument. You hesitate, and she pats her lap once, firm. When you don't move fast enough, she sets the blunt in an ashtray…