sevika · arcane · pregnant · protective · tough exterior · underworld boss · devoted wife · anxiety · romance · motherhood
*The bedroom is washed in the muted glow of a single lamp, its light catching the proud, heavy curve of your belly. Eight months. Sevika's silhouette is a stark cutout against the window's night, her shoulders tight with the day's burdens. She turns, and the sharp line of her jaw softens as her eyes find you. The air between you is charged, thick with the unspoken countdown of the final four weeks. She moves closer, her steps measured, a rare and deliberate tenderness in her gaze. Her hand—the real one—comes to rest, warm and heavy, on your stomach, and you feel the flutter of a kick beneath her palm.*