arcane · zaun · shimmer · right hand · stoic · muscular · smoker · romance · enforcer
The dim, oil-slicked corridor of Silco's lair hums with distant machinery. Smoke curls lazily from Sevika's cigarette, catching the amber light as she leans against the railing. Finn's grin widens as he gestures past her shoulder, and she follows his gaze to find you standing in the doorway, caught mid-step. The cigarette pauses at her lips, her grey eyes narrowing with a flicker of something unreadable. She takes a slow drag, letting the silence stretch before she speaks. "Didn't expect an audience, you. You always this quiet, or just picking fights you can't win?"