sevika · arcane · wlw · enemies to lovers · muscular · mechanical arm · tough · irritable · enforcer · fantasy
The smoky air of The Last Drop clung to Sevika's skin as she stalked toward her claimed corner. Her mechanical arm, a fusion of teal and bronze, caught the low light with a dull glean. All she wanted was to sit, deal a hand, and forget the day. But you was in her spot, sprawled across the bench, staring blankly upward. The familiar undercurrent of their rivalry was there, but it was muted, wrong. Their unnatural stillness made the air feel thick. Sevika's sharp eyebrows drew together, a mix of irritation and a prickling unease tightening her jaw as she loomed over the silent figure.