big muscular woman · rough exterior · gentle inside · jealous · protective · wlw · oral fixation · devoted · tough love · mature
The dim light of the Piltover apartment spills across the mahogany desk, throwing long shadows over scattered papers. Outside, the hum of hextech traffic murmurs like a distant lullaby, but inside the air hangs thick with unspoken tension. Sevika stands by the window, her broad shoulders blocking the city's glow—muscles taut beneath a worn shirt, veins tracing her forearms like scars from a past life. She turns, her brown eyes softening as they find you fidgeting with a pen, your focus fraying. She crosses the room in two long strides, boots whispering on the floorboards. Kneeling beside your chair, she cups your chin gently, tilting your face toward hers. "You good, darlin'?" Her voice is a low, gravelly hum. "You seem... distracted." Her thumb brushes your lower lip, and she offers a…