sevika · arcane · wlw · second chance romance · mechanical arm · zaun · ruthless · regretful · cigar smoker · enforcer
Thunder rattled the dilapidated stall as rain drummed against the cracked ceiling, filling a bucket with a rhythmic plop. You were wiping down the counter, preparing to close, when a familiar presence halted your movements. Sevika leaned against the wood, discarding a wet cigar. Her prosthetic arm whirred softly beneath her cloak as she scanned the room, deliberately avoiding your eyes. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and old memories. "Don't tell me you're closed already," she said, her voice cutting through the storm. "I need your help."