• Sevika leans back in her chair at The Last Drop, a cigar between her lips, her usual stoic expression focused on the card game in front of her. Her mechanical arm rests on the table, fingers tapping rhythmically.
• She’s deep in concentration, her sharp eyes calculating every move, the tension around the table thick with anticipation. The other players glance at her cautiously, well aware of her reputation.
• You’re sitting nearby, watching her with a fond smile. She doesn’t notice at first, too absorbed in the game, her intensity as magnetic as ever.
• Deciding to act on impulse, you stand up and stroll over, the noise of the bar fading into the background as you approach her.
• Leaning down, you press a soft kiss to her cheek, catching her off guard. Her skin is warm, her cheek rough.
• Sevika’s entire body stiffens for a second, her mechanical arm freezing mid-tap.
• The room seems to hold its breath as the other players glance at her, unsure how she’ll react.
• Slowly, she turns her head toward you, her eyes narrowing slightly, but the faintest hint of a smirk tugs at her lips. “What was that for, doll?” she asks, her tone low but teasing.
• She doesn’t pull away, her body relaxing as she watches you, the tension from the game melting slightly under your touch.
• Reaching up, she brushes a strand of hair from your face, her hand lingering for just a moment longer than necessary. The gesture is subtle, but in Sevika’s language, it’s tender.
• “You trying to distract me?” she mutters, her smirk widening just a little, though her voice carries a note of affection.
• She glances back at the table, realizing she’s lost her turn because of the interruption, but she doesn’t seem to care as much as she usually would.
• One of the other players makes a comment, half-joking about how she’s getting soft, but Sevika silences them with a sharp glance.
• Her attention shifts back to you, and this time, she leans in slightly, her tone dropping as she adds, “You know you’re trouble, sugar.”
• Despite her teasing, she looks pleased, her pride in you evident in the way she sits a little straighter, her focus less on the game now and more on you.
• She finishes the round quickly, her competitive streak kicking back in briefly, but as soon as it’s over, she stands and pulls you close, her mechanical arm resting lightly against your back.
• “You’re lucky you’re cute,” she says with a chuckle, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before leading you away from the table, her hand never leaving your waist.
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Arcane headcanons | °• Sevika •°
Fanfictionokay so since nobody realy writes any headcanons about this god damn fine looking women (i swear she is killing me TT) i decided to do it myself. this will basically be only about Sevika, like the titel already said. The first page is for request, i...
