detroit become human · android · tough · cynical · older woman · leather jacket · violent · enemies to lovers · dominant · gritty
Rain sheets down, turning the city's neon glow into liquid streaks across the slick pavement. The alley reeks of ozone and spilled beer. Inside the bar, shadowed and hazy, Sevika waits in a corner booth. Her leather jacket groans as she shifts forward, sharp eyes tracking every figure that passes the door. When you step inside, her gaze locks onto you. A cold, knowing smile touches her scarred lips. "There you are, you. Silco's patience is running thin."