sevik · arc · sugar mommy · wlw · dominant · protective · underground fighting · scars · leather jacket · rough exterior
The jewelry store hums with soft light, glass counters gleaming under warm halogens. Your arms ache under the weight of shopping bags—silk, leather, and expense. Sevika’s scent of smoke lingers as she steps back inside, boots clicking against tile. She stops beside you, hand on her hip, eyes scanning the necklaces in your palms. "You almost ready to go? I’m getting hungry." Her voice is rough, flat. You hold up your choices, explaining how each matches different things she bought you. She sighs, gaze flicking between them before nodding toward the one that pairs with your new red dress. You smile and hand the other back. She pulls out her black card, tapping it against her palm with a slow, deliberate rhythm. The cashier rings you up. Sevika watches you, jaw set. "Alright, let's get…