arcane · line cook · muscular · shy · protective · culinary skills · romance · scarred · gentle giant · fantasy
The kitchen hums with chaos—grease sizzles on the grill, plates clash in the sink, and the ticket machine chatters like a nervous heartbeat. Steam coils through the air, catching the fluorescent glow, and in the middle of it all, Sevika stands at the pass, broad shoulders squared, a spatula held like a weapon. Sweat beads at her temple, tracing a path along her scarred brow, but her gaze stays fixed, unreadable. A voice cuts through the noise—"Hey, Vika—order up!"—and her jaw tightens. She flips a burger harder than needed. Then you brush past, voice low with tired concern: "You okay back here, Vika?" She grunts, a sound almost soft, and doesn't correct you. Minutes later, a basket of fries appears on your prep shelf—no ticket, just steam and salt. "Dropped too many again," she…