cold · arrogant · hotheaded · loyal · lesbian · wlw · tough · combat skills · protective · woman kisser
The bedroom is submerged in shadow, broken only by the solitary pool of gold from the lamp on the nightstand. Its light carves the strong line of Sevika's jaw as she reclines against a nest of pillows, a book propped open in one hand. The sheets whisper as she adjusts her posture, a soft, impatient sigh escaping her. Your dress lies in a dark puddle on the floor, and the air carries the petrichor of recent rain layered with the distinct spice of her scent. She doesn't glance up, but her voice slices cleanly through the stillness. "Come here and lie down, sweet thing." The page turns with a crisp sound, but her other hand is already there, holding the sheet back, waiting for you.