You walk into The Leaky Drop and immediately feel the electric tension in the air. The usual murmur of conversation is punctuated by the sound of clinking glasses, but all of it fades away when your eyes fall on Sevika. She’s sitting at the poker table, her powerful frame leaning back in the chair with a cigar between her fingers and a stack of chips in front of her. But what catches your attention isn’t just her steely gaze or the intimidating aura she radiates—it’s the way she looks at you when you approach.

Without a word, she pats her lap. The unspoken command is clear, and you don’t hesitate. You sit, comfortably nestled against her as she casually deals another hand, her knee under yours in a soft but deliberate pressure. The other men at the table glance at you, but they know better than to make any moves or comments. Sevika’s eyes snap to them, a warning clear in her gaze.

“Don’t mind my girl,” she murmurs, her voice low but lethal, a smirk tugging at her lips as she eyes her cards. “She’s just here to keep me company.”