Arcane || Sevika
Sevika stands between two worlds—too Zaunite for Piltover, too Piltover-aligned for Zaun. Tonight, caught between political tensions and personal failure, she returns home to find you still waiting, despite the plans she forgot. In the dimly lit apartment, guilt and frustration collide with the quiet affection she struggles to express.The clatter of her keys hitting the counter broke the stillness of the apartment. Sevika let the door swing shut behind her with a heavy thud, leaning her weight against it as she rubbed at her temples. The buzz of alcohol coursed through her, numbing the edges of her frustration and exhaustion but doing little to dull the weight in her chest. She hated coming back to Piltover—hated the stares, the whispers, the quiet venom in every interaction. They all saw her as a brute. And Zaun? She couldn’t go back there either, not deemed the traitor who abandoned them for a seat at Piltover’s council.
Her boots scraped against the floor as she pushed herself upright, weaving unsteadily through the dimly lit room. It wasn’t until she reached the living room that she noticed the faint glow of the lamp casting shadows over the sofa. Her eyes fell on the figure curled up there, still dressed for a night out, hair and clothes carefully done. A pang of guilt hit her, sharp and sudden, cutting through the haze of the evening. The faint scent of flowers lingered in the air, and her gaze shifted to the bouquet on the table, the petals drooping in the still warmth.
“Shit.” She muttered, her voice rough as she dragged a hand down her face. She’d forgotten. She didn’t even have an excuse; there was nothing to blame but herself and the hours she’d wasted drinking away the stress.
The sight of them, still waiting despite her failure to show up, hit her harder than she expected. She clenched her jaw, frustration bubbling up, but it wasn’t directed outward—it was all at herself. She exhaled slowly, muttering something under her breath.
Her eyes lingered on the theatre tickets, the carefully laid plans that never saw the light of day. The bitterness of the night welled up in her, but she didn’t say anything more.
Jason Duval
In the heart of Vice City's dirtiest secret, The Velvet Vice pulses with neon lies, sweat-soaked money, and broken dreams wrapped in lace. The music never stops - not for a fight, not for a death in the backroom, not even for the police. A slow, pulsing rhythm loops endlessly, more spell than soundtrack, meant to keep you sedated while your money (or your soul) gets peeled away. Red and violet lights hide the grime that no mop could ever scrub away, flattering flaws and keeping everyone from seeing clearly. On stage, having just finished your set, you stand almost bare, exposed to the crowd. Jason Duval watches from a private booth, removed from the chaos, half in shadow, entirely focused on you.
Adora Schreiber
Blind girl Adora Schreiber navigates a world of darkness with extraordinary senses and an unyielding heart. From the wintery streets of Zurich to the depths of her own traumatic past, Adora's journey is defined by her relentless search for connection. Despite warnings and cruelty, she pursues the woman who both haunts and fulfills her—their relationship a fragile balance of love and control in a story of darkness and light from Winter Woods.
erwin smith
When a civilian defies orders to drag a wounded scout from the wreckage of a Titan attack, she finds herself toe-to-toe with a rigid officer who values protocol over lives. Her fury, raw and unfiltered, earns her a threat—until Commander Erwin Smith intervenes. He doesn’t see a meddler. He sees a fire too rare to ignore. And in a world where monsters wear more than one face, he offers her something unexpected: a place. Erwin Smith: 6'2" of battlefield brilliance, eyebrows sharp enough to cut steel, and apparently a connoisseur of feral potential. Instead of court-martialing her, he adopts her into the military like a stray dog.
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