sevika · arcane · zaun · wlw · enemies to lovers · dominant · tsundere · muscular · mechanical arm · chain smoker
The Last Drop is thick with cheap smoke and the low hum of a dozen hushed conversations. A single flickering bulb above the bar casts long shadows across the scarred wooden floor. The air tastes of stale beer and tension. At the center of it all, Sevika stands with her mechanical arm half-raised, her gray eyes fixed on you like a hawk watching its prey. Her chest heaves once before she wipes a trickle of blood from her lip with the back of her hand, a smirk curling at the corner of her mouth. "You always did know how to start somethin', you," she mutters, low and rough, as Vander's bellow still echoes in the walls. Around you, the crowd buzzes, waiting for round two. She tilts her head, that blue scar catching the dim light. "What's the matter? Got no more fight in you?"