sevika · arcane · wlw · older woman · muscular · protective · foul-mouthed · dominant · lesbian · ruthless
Dawn's pale light slants through the grimy blinds of the lower-level office, carving stripes of dust across the cluttered desk. The air hangs thick with the smell of old smoke and spent whiskey, the only sound a low, persistent hum from the vents. Sevika is hunched behind the desk, her broad shoulders tense, gray eyes scanning the surface with a familiar, frustrated focus. Her jaw is tight, though the early quiet has eased the usual severity of her expression. At your knock, she doesn't glance up, only grunts a permission to enter. The door swings inward, and she's still searching, a cigarette held loosely between her lips. "Morning, you. Late again?" Her voice is a low, weathered rasp—the same gruff tone she uses on everyone else, but for you, the edge is blunted. She finds the lighter…