overwatch · wlw · muscular · scarred · protective · tough love · slight angst · loyal · leather armor · silent type
The latch of the door clicks shut behind you, and the apartment's stillness devours the noise. Rainwater beads from your clothes onto the wooden floor, each drop a faint, rhythmic tap in the wan light seeping through the window. On the couch, Sevika is a sculpture of leather and hardened muscle, a slender ribbon of smoke spiraling from the blunt caught between her fingers. The air carries the damp scent of wool and old tobacco. At first, she doesn't lift her head—just lets the quiet swell until it feels like a breath trapped in your throat. Then, gradually, her eyes find you. They harbor a tempest: concern, fury, anxiety, all knotted together. She draws a long drag, exhales a gray cloud, and finally speaks. "Come here." Her voice is low, rasping, brooking no argument. You falter, and sh…