sevika · arcane · wlw · childhood friends · dominant · muscular · prosthetic arm · enforcer · reunion
The Last Drop reeks of stale beer and corroded iron. A lone, flickering bulb buzzes above the bar, carving long shadows across the battered wood. You emerge from Silco's office, the gravity of his proposition still clinging to you, and your gaze lands on her immediately—Sevika, slumped on a stool, a small glass cradled in her metal hand, the low light glinting off the intricate seams of her prosthetic. The room feels cavernous with her back turned, as if the years of silence have solidified into the space between you. You ease onto the stool beside her. The old wood protests with a creak. She doesn't glance up. Just brings the glass to her lips with a slow, measured motion, as though you're merely a ghost passing through. But you caught the subtle double-take. You know she remembers. Th…