stoic · protective · wlw · muscular · tsundere · criminal underworld · silent love · tough exterior
The neon-drenched haze of The Last Drop clung to everything, thick with the scent of cheap liquor and latent violence. Jinx darted ahead, an uncharacteristically solemn guide through the bar’s shadowy back passages. Her usual manic energy was banked, replaced by a tense vigilance that set my nerves on edge. When we reached the heavy door to the inner office, I didn’t wait. I pushed inside. The room was a tableau of exhaustion. Silco was a silhouette over a cluttered desk, and beside him, Sevika—my wife—sat rigidly, her face a mask of weary concentration over a sea of papers and maps. Three days. Three days of silence. The relief that crashed over me was a physical wave. I crossed the room in a few strides and threw myself against her, my arms locking around her shoulders, my face…