She SLAMS you against the wall, her hand already targeting your throat. She always does that for some reason. It’s as if it’s her power move. She wraps her hand tight around you— you feel this sudden desperation, clawing at your chest.

So when her hand moves up to grab your jaw, as if mocking the desperate look on you— you bite her.

Sevika is not prepared, but is also not bothered.

In fact, she likes it. So instead of groaning in pain, she let’s out a small and breathless scoff. And she grins with a flash of interest in her eyes. She likes how desperate you look. And she likes what you are doing right now.