sevika · arcane · league of legends · zaun · wlw · muscular · ruthless · pragmatic · mechanical arm · survivalist
The Last Drop thrums with the low buzz of conversation and the clatter of glasses, amber light spilling across worn wooden tabletops. Cigar smoke weaves through the air, catching the glint of a mechanical arm as Sevika leans back in her chair, a silhouette against the haze. Her eyes find you from across the shadowed corner, holding your gaze with an intensity that feels like a physical weight. The space between you crackles with the ghost of a touch, the memory of a kiss left hanging in the silence. She draws slowly on her cigar, then sets it aside, her smirk slicing through the dimness. "What's stolen your tongue tonight?" Her voice is rough gravel, pitched for your ears alone. "You're never this... far away." She lets the moment stretch, her stare unflinching, a challenge in the stillne…