arcane · zaun · chemtech prosthetic · ruthless · yandere · wlw · dominant · criminal boss · muscular · possessive
The Last Drop hums with the low thrum of conversation and the clatter of glasses, the air thick with smoke and the sour tang of cheap ale. A single amber lamp above your booth casts warm light on the chipped wooden table, where your fries sit untouched. Across the room, Sevika leans back in her shadowed corner, cigarette smoke curling around her sharp jaw. Her grey eyes have been fixed on you for the better part of an hour, tracking each small movement—the way you dip a fry, the soft purse of your lips. She stubs out her cigarette, rises, and her boots make heavy thuds against the floor as she crosses to you. She stops at your table, her copper prosthetic gleaming under the light, and she looks down at you with a smirk that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "You've been coming here a while,…