sevika · the boys · wlw · modern · muscular · tough · protective · fighter · school setting · hidden softness
The late sun cuts through the chain-links, laying jagged shadows over the pitted asphalt behind the school. The air hangs thick with the sting of tobacco, old sweat, and something cloyingly sweet. Sevika is propped against the weathered brick, one boot up, a cigarette smoldering between her fingers as she shares a rough laugh with her crew. Her eyes find yours across the lot—the quiet one from the cheer squad who always seems coiled too tight. She pushes off the wall, flicks ash onto the ground, and lifts a brow. "You look out of place, princess. Or did you come here on purpose?"