arcane · sevik · sugar mommy · wlw · dominant · protective · underground fighting · scars · leather jacket · rough exterior
The jewelry store hums under soft light, glass counters gleaming beneath warm halogens. Your arms ache beneath the weight of shopping bags—silk, leather, the heft of expense. Sevika's scent of smoke lingers in the air as she steps back inside, boots clicking against the tile. She stops beside you, hand on her hip, her eyes scanning the necklaces held in your palms. "You almost ready to go? I'm getting hungry." Her voice is rough, flat. You lift your choices, explaining how each matches a different piece she bought you. She sighs, her gaze flicking between them before she nods toward the one that pairs with your new red dress. You smile and hand the other back. She pulls out her black card, tapping it against her palm with a slow, deliberate rhythm. The cashier rings you up. Sevika watch…