Sevika⁴

"I hope you don't think I'm stupid enough to fall for any game you think you're playing."

Sevika lit her cigarette, the flame casting fleeting shadows across her face. She exhaled a slow wisp of smoke, her sharp gaze sweeping over you from head to toe and back again. She wasn't stupid, but fuck, she'd fallen for whatever it was you thought you were doing. Not that she was going to admit it. Never. Especially not to an enforcer brave enough to strut the streets of the Underground like she owned the place.

If it weren't for her, Zaun would have devoured you alive. Her reputation was the only thing keeping you safe, and everyone knew the unspoken rule: messing with you meant crossing paths with Sevika. No one dared.

He leaned back against the bar, his arms resting casually, but his eyes remained fixed on yours. It was impossible to deny it—you were beautiful. That Piltover City glow clung to you like something that didn't belong here, in a world where most faces bore the weight of dashed hopes and shattered dreams. Down here, the light went out in people's eyes before its time.

"So, you need my help again, huh?" Sevika wondered, crossing her arms as her tone dropped to a low, skeptical growl. "And tell me, why the hell should I help you, Loona?" Last time, she bit me in the ass. I'd have to be a damn fool to trust you again." Her lips twisted into a mocking, contemptuous smile. "I let you live then, but I'm not so sure you deserved that mercy anymore."