Arcane headcanons | °• Sevika •°

you tease her

You lean against Sevika’s chair at the Last Drop, fingers grazing her shoulder, light and fleeting. Just enough to get her attention.

She barely reacts at first, just a glance from the corner of her eye, but you catch the slight twitch of her brow. You know that look.

You grin, letting your fingers trace along the seams of her vest, feigning innocence. "You always this serious, or is it just for me?"

Sevika exhales through her nose, amused but unimpressed. "Tryin’ to start somethin’, sugar?"

You shrug, walking your fingers up to her jaw, just barely brushing against her skin. "Who, me? Wouldn't dream of it."

The weight of her metal hand wraps around your wrist, slow and deliberate. A warning.

You’re not deterred. If anything, it makes you bolder. "You’re cute when you try to act all unbothered."

Her grip tightens, not enough to hurt, but enough to make your pulse jump. "You got a real bad habit of pokin’ the bear."

You tilt your head, batting your lashes just to see if she reacts. "And what happens when the bear bites?"

The moment shifts—fast, almost too fast to process. One second, you’re teasing, the next, you’re in her lap, your back pressed against her chest, her arm banded firm around your waist.

Her lips brush against your ear, her voice low and rough. "What happens is you remember who’s really in charge here."

Your breath catches, but you force yourself to keep your composure. "Mm. Thought you liked it when I misbehave."

Her fingers dig into your hip, a slow squeeze. "There’s a difference between misbehavin’ and askin’ for trouble."

You turn your head just slightly, enough to meet her eyes. They’re dark, sharp—hungry.

The smirk on your lips is barely there. "Maybe I like trouble."

She exhales, low and almost like a growl, and then suddenly you’re not in control anymore—if you ever were.

She leans in, her breath warm against your skin, teeth scraping your jaw, her voice a promise wrapped in steel.

"Then you better be ready for it, princess."