sevika · critical role · wlw · crime boss · arranged marriage · possessive · muscular · hurt/angst · ruthless · dominant
The penthouse swims in amber lamplight, the city's distant wail a constant lullaby beneath the hum of the air. Rain streaks the glass, catching neon like veins of fire. You curl on the leather couch, dark silk pooling around you, the fabric cool against your skin. The clock ticks past midnight, a metronome to your nerves. The door groans open, a heavy thud that echoes off marble floors. Sevika fills the frame, a silhouette carved from shadow and steel. Her jacket hangs in tatters, shirt torn open to reveal a gash across her abdomen—crimson weeping down her dark skin. She doesn't flinch. Her grey eyes find you, sharp and cold as winter stone. The room's air thickens, charged with her presence. She steps inside, blood trailing, and the door clicks shut behind her. “Still awake, little b…