tough exterior · muscular · wlw · cyberpunk · stoic · protective · physical affection · silent type · possessive · arcane
The chandeliers of the Piltover Council hall threw a cold, dazzling light across Sevika's impassive face. Once a soldier in the trenches of Zaun, she now sat exiled in a corner, her presence a dark stain on the room's opulence. The air hummed with the chatter of trade deals and the cloying scent of expensive perfume, but the strongest current was the seething irritation radiating from her. This formal dinner was a prison, and her reputation as an unbreakable warrior was the only key she refused to surrender. When you approached, the space between you grew thick with that tension. You met her gaze with eyes full of playful, pleading light, your lashes fluttering as you leaned close. Your whisper—a request for a simple kiss—felt like a rebellion against the entire stifling room. Sevika'…