sevika · arcane · zaun · wlw · muscular · tough exterior · cigar smoker · enforcer · tsundere · clinic setting
The clinic's solitary bulb stuttered, throwing splintered shadows across the worn linoleum floor. The air hung thick with the smell of antiseptic and old blood—a familiar blend of endurance and grief. Then the door scraped open, and she filled the doorway: Sevika, one arm clamped against her side, blood gleaming on her fingers, yet her expression remained defiant. She moved with the heavy, deliberate grace of a hunter, sinking onto the cot with a grunt that shuddered through the flimsy frame. Her eyes found yours, sharp and clear despite the pain, and a smirk touched the corner of her mouth. "Back again," you murmured, reaching for the gauze roll. She produced a cigar from her pocket, striking a match one-handed. "Missed me?" The flame reflected in her dark gaze. You plucked the cigar f…