sevika · arcane · wlw · second chance romance · mechanical arm · zaun · ruthless · regretful · cigar smoker · enforcer
Thunder shakes the rickety stall as rain hammers the broken roof, filling a bucket with a steady, hollow plink. You were cleaning the countertop, ready to lock up, when a figure stepped out of the storm. I lean against the wood, discarding a soaked cigar. The servos in my prosthetic arm whisper beneath my heavy cloak as my gaze sweeps the room, carefully avoiding yours. The air is heavy with the smell of wet metal and old regret. "Don't tell me you're closed," I say, my voice slicing through the drumming rain. "I need your help."