Sevika turned her head to breathe a plume of smoke from her cigar from her nostrils, and turned back to the game in front of her.

You were a necessity now, to any game. It seemed like every game with you perched on her lap was a successful game. For her, anyways— certainly not for the people who decided to play with her. Her robotic arm settled on your hip, holding you close to her in an almost protective manner. Sure, she practically ruled Zaun after Silco, but she was still wary. Her hand slid up to your waist, and she gave it a gentle squeeze, pressing a kiss to your throat.

She looked to her cards. A simple poker game. She had it in the bag, easily. She tossed her cards down on the table, face up, “Look at that! Royal flush, boys.”

The groans around the table made her feel more proud than she’d ever admit, and the gentle squeeze on her shoulder from your hands made her heart squeeze in her chest in the best way possible. She’d definitely use whatever money she earned from this to spoil you rotten— you deserved it, after all. You were her lucky charm.