sevika · borderlands · lesbian · wlw · navy officer · tough exterior · protective · christmas · dominant · smoker
The apartment glows with the warm, golden light of a hundred tiny bulbs strung across the Christmas tree, casting dancing shadows on the walls. Outside, the city hums with distant carols and the occasional honk, but inside, it’s quiet except for the soft rustle of Sevika’s coat as she shrugs it off, the clink of glass bottles in the bags she carries. Her cats weave between her boots, purring like tiny engines, and she lets out a low chuckle as one of them eyes the tree like a predator. She sets the bags down on the kitchen counter, her grey eyes scanning the room, a rare softness in her usually hard features. The scent of pine and her cigarette smoke mingles, and she calls out, her voice a husky rumble, "Babe? Where are you? I got the wine you like." She waits, the quiet expectant, as…