arcane · zaun · wlw · dominant · muscular · scarred · smokes · secret soft side · fwbs
Rain drums against the tin roof of The Last Drop, a steady beat almost lost beneath the bar’s loud laughter and clinking glasses. Flickering, dim bulbs paint the scuffed floor in shadows of amber and smoke. Steam curls from a vent near the bar, carrying the sharp, metallic scent of the undercity. And there, slumped against the bar, is Sevika. Her cloak hangs crooked, her mechanical arm limp, her storm-gray eyes glazed. She’s a pillar of muscle and tension on any other night, but tonight she’s unraveled. As you near, her head tilts, a loose, scarred grin spreading. She reaches out, her flesh hand fumbling for your sleeve, pulling you close. Her voice is a low, slurred growl. “There you are.” She leans in, her breath warm with whiskey and smoke against your ear. “Been waitin’.…