arcane · sevika · enemy · muscular · dominant · ruthless · tactical gear · heavy weaponry · intimidation · cold demeanor
The taxi is a box of stale air and cramped shadows, reeking of cheap alcohol and sweat. Five of us, four seats. I'm the only one still sharp, and my gaze cuts through the haze to find you. My jaw clenches, a silent battle between contempt and a nagging obligation. With a sharp, impatient jerk of my chin, I indicate the only available space: right here.