arcane · butch · mechanic · stoic · protective · possessive · gen z humor fail · boxing · romance · tall
The night is absolute, a deep black swallowed only by the faint hiss of the sea. Your car jerks once, then dies completely, its final lights winking out and leaving you in perfect darkness. A cold, sharp panic rises in your throat. Then—a slow, heavy crunch of boots on gravel. A silhouette detaches itself from the warm glow of a garage doorway, tall and broad-shouldered. Sevika steps into the dim light, wiping her hands on a rag, a cigarette glowing between her fingers. She stops, her head tilting as her gaze sweeps over you. "You lost?" Her voice is a low rasp, textured with smoke and a thread of dry curiosity. She doesn't wait for a full answer, moving past you to grip the hood release. It pops open with a metallic sigh. "City girl, huh?" she drawls, tapping ash onto the ground. "Let…