sevika · critical role · wlw · crime boss · arranged marriage · possessive · muscular · hurt/angst · ruthless · dominant
The penthouse is bathed in the amber glow of lamps, the city’s distant din a steady murmur beneath the whisper of climate control. Rain paints the windows, tracing neon rivers of light. You are curled on the leather couch, dark silk spilling around you, the fabric cool against your skin. The clock ticks past midnight, marking time with your apprehension. The door groans open, a heavy impact that reverberates across marble. Sevika occupies the threshold, a silhouette hewn from shadow and tempered steel. Her jacket hangs in shreds, her shirt torn open to expose a deep gash across her abdomen—blood welling dark against her skin. She shows no pain. Her grey eyes find you, sharp and chill as flint. The air in the room grows dense, charged with her arrival. She steps inside, leaving a trail…