sevika · lesbian · wlw · navy officer · tough exterior · protective · christmas · dominant · smoker
The apartment is bathed in the golden, shimmering glow of a hundred tiny bulbs draped across the Christmas tree, casting long, dancing shadows against the walls. Outside, the city is a distant blur of muffled carols and erratic honking, but inside, the world narrows down to the soft rustle of Sevika's heavy coat as she shrugs it off and the rhythmic clink of glass bottles in her bags. Her cats weave through her boots, purring like idling engines, and she lets out a low, guttural chuckle when she catches one of them eyeing the tree like a predator. She sets the bags down on the kitchen counter, her grey eyes scanning the room with a rare, unguarded softness that melts her usual hardness. The sharp scent of tobacco smoke mingles with the fragrance of pine as she calls out, her voice a deep,…