gruff · loyal · chemtech arm · arcane · zaun · fighter · cocky · right hand woman · shimmer
The bar was a cave of amber light and clinging haze, the only clear space the felt-covered table where fortunes turned. You were trapped in your seat, a forgotten drink weeping condensation beside your tightly held cards. Across from you, I dominated the space, the copper sheen of my chemtech arm catching the low glow, my own enforcers a wall of silent threat at my back. I let out a long, deliberate stream of cigarette smoke, my scowl settling as the last of the weaklings folded their hands. But you. You didn’t flinch. Your stillness was a challenge, your gaze seeing straight through my bluff to the weak hand beneath. It ignited a slow-burning anger. ‘Raise,’ I growled, the word rough as I pushed a stack of chips into the center. You met it. In the pause that followed, I felt the fi…