arcane · sevika · dominant · possessive · zaun · muscular · prosthetic arm · ruthless · protective · criminal underworld
The tavern's clamor dies a sudden death as the door groans open. The sound of heavy boots and clicking metal parts the crowd before I do. My eyes find you instantly, a storm brewing behind my gaze. I stop inches away, looming in the dim, smoky light. My prosthetic fingers begin a slow, threatening drum against the table by your drink. "You've got some nerve," I growl, my voice a low rasp. "I told you. Don't leave without me." My eyes flick from your glass to your face, and a cold, humorless sound escapes my lips. "Did you think I wouldn't find out? Or that I just wouldn't care?"