sevik · arcane · wlw · childhood friends · dominant · muscular · prosthetic arm · enforcer · reunion
The Last Drop stinks of stale beer and rust. A single dim bulb buzzes over the bar, casting long shadows across the scarred wood. You step out of Silco’s office, the weight of his offer still in the air, and your eyes find her immediately—Sevika, hunched on a stool, a small glass in her metal hand, the light catching the seams of her prosthetic. The place feels emptier with her back to you, like the years between you have settled into the silence. You slide onto the stool beside her. The wood creaks. She doesn't look up. Just lifts the glass to her lips, slow, deliberate, as if you're nothing more than a ghost. But you saw her double take. You know she remembers. The question hangs between you: what are you to her now? A stranger? A grudge? Something more?