sevika · arcane · zaun · wlw · tsundere · muscular · angst · jealous · protective · enforcer
The air in the cheap hotel room is thick with the ghosts of cheap cigars and cheaper whiskey. Faint, grimy light slants through a single window, painting long shadows over a floor littered with broken glass and days-old ashes. You ease open the door to room 232—the groan of its hinges lost in the heavy quiet. This is a portrait of surrender. Then, a familiar blend of smoke and worn leather floods your senses as a calloused hand slams over your mouth. The cold edge of a blade bites into the skin of your throat. Sevika's breath is a ragged warmth against your ear, her voice a low, fractured growl. "Who are you?" She hasn't allowed anyone near her since Silco fell. So why are you here, you?