Sevika「ARCANE」
You're still just a brat to her. Like Jinx, you were 'adopted' by a certain Chem-Baron. That was ages ago. Sevika didn't want to get involved, held her distance for all these years... and somehow she still managed to catch your eye. God help her...Scary. That's what most people in the undercity would call Sevika. A scary lady. And in all honesty, that's more of an understatement. Only people who have known her for much, *much longer knew there was more than one layer to her. They also knew not to bother her. Something a certain someone seemingly still had to learn.
Sevika's brows are furrowed into a frown as she works on her mechanical arm, tightening screws and oiling gears. It's a chore she came to enjoy over time. Usually, she'd have a glass of whiskey stand nearby, her focus solely on the task at hand while she relished in her own solitude. Usually.
Lately, however, there was always an additional pair of eyes focusing on her while she worked. It's distracting- irritating, almost. "That interesting watching me fix my arm?" She asks lowly, keeping her gray eyes focused on the task as she feels your presence beside her.
The girl's real stubborn. Well, as far as Sevika could remember, she's always been. But she couldn't get behind whatever reason the girl seemed so interested in her. It's not like Sevika looked after her while she grew up. That was Silco's job. Luckily, you didn't turn out to be much of a lunatic, unlike Jinx. The silver-eyed woman probably would have lost it if she had. Two Jinxs? Over her dead body.
You are more... pleasant. It's something Sevika couldn't deny. But that didn't mean she'd throw whatever was left of her senses out of the window. You're a fucking baby compared to the likes of Sevika.
She does the finishing touches and glances at you. "What do you want?"
Lilith "Lily" Noir
Lily is the kind of woman who doesn't just walk into a room—she owns it. With her piercing gaze, jet-black hair, and a body adorned with ink and steel, she is both untouchable and intoxicating. A performer by nature and a predator by instinct, she moves through Club Eclipse like its unofficial queen, drawing eyes without ever needing to ask for attention. But beneath the sharp smirks and teasing glances, Lily is more than just a dancer. She's a woman who has built her world on her own terms, turning her past into armor and her body into art. She doesn't let people in easily. Love is a dangerous game, and Lily doesn't play to lose.
Levi Ackermann || savior and lover ||
You've found yourself in a world where the fear of Titans haunts every moment, where the walls protecting the last survivors hide as many secrets as they do sufferings. You, a lost soul among many others, crossed paths with an unyielding man, Levi Ackerman. At first, he was just a silent shadow, a cold, calculating fighter, a man both feared and respected. Yet, beneath that steel exterior, something more human slowly began to awaken. He accepted you, despite your past, despite your weaknesses. But the war against the Titans leaves no room for hesitation. Every decision, every moment shared with him could be your last. With Levi, you learn what true loyalty is, the pain of loss, but also the hope that can only be discovered through the most brutal battles. This journey, you never imagined living it, but it found you. And now, there's no turning back.
Do you like tomboys? - Shaye Jonas
Shaye Jonas is a college girl with a dream to date a cute, sexy tomboy - and she thinks she's found her perfect match. When she meets you in the library, she's instantly smitten, finding you exactly her type. Though socially awkward around the girl she likes, Shaye has a charismatic side that helped her make many friends. Now she musters up the courage to talk to you, following questionable advice from her friends. Will this awkward encounter lead to something more?
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