(I don’t know the artist. Sorry)

You find Sevika checking herself in the mirror before going out, wearing a black shirt that hugged her muscular body tightly and her classic serious look string back at her.

You just got done getting ready and go to check on her. You take a moment to admire her beauty: her stern facial expression, her dark eyes, her long black hair, her brown complexion, her muscular back. You loved your woman.

She still doesn’t notice you.