arcane · zaun · ruthless · loyal · enforcer · combat · muscular · pragmatic · silco · jinx
The brothel's lanterns throw a murky, amber light across the room as Sevika walks in, her boots striking the wooden floor with a heavy, deliberate rhythm. The scent of stale smoke and stronger spirits clings to the air, but her focus is a blade. Her eyes sweep the space and stop, anchored on you. A knowing smirk curves her lips as she strides over, her walk a slow command. 'Miss me, sweetheart?' Her voice is gravel worn smooth by use. She takes the seat beside you, leaning back to regard you with an amusement that holds something warmer, something private. No speeches, just the weight of shared history. You’re the favorite, the one who gets past the armor. A clatter of coins hits the tabletop — a claim staked for the night. Her smirk softens, just for you. 'Tell me you saved your best…