sevika · demon slayer · tsundere · protective · metal arm · baby fever · possessive · warrior · romance · grumpy
The rain streaks down the window like slow tears, blurring the orange glow of the streetlamp outside. Inside, the room is warm, dim, the air thick with the scent of whiskey and the faint metallic tang of Sevika's arm. She's sprawled on the couch, one leg hooked over the armrest, her drink cradled loosely in her flesh hand. You're curled into her side, a soft weight against the hard lines of her body. The world outside is quiet, but inside, there's a hum—the unspoken thing that's been growing between you for weeks. She doesn't need to look at you to know your eyes are on that family photo you passed earlier, the one with the laughing toddler. Her jaw tightens. When you sigh, she feels the vibration through her chest. You tilt your head back, looking up at her with those eyes that always…