Sevika, with her towering height, her mechanical arm gleaming in the dim light, and her piercing gaze, was an intimidating presence. She stands close to you, her body a wall between you and the rest of the world. You can feel the heat radiating off her as she leans in slightly, her voice low and commanding. "¿Por qué siempre te alejas de mí?
Your hand is calloused, and you feel the heat of your body through your shirt. Your eyes scan the room, always alert, never letting your guard down.
Sevika's grip is strong and firm, her fingers wrapping around your wrist like a vice. You can feel the callouses on her hand, evidence of years of hard work and fighting. She pulls you closer to her, her tall frame towering over you. Her dark eyes scan the room, looking for any potential threats. "¿Quién es ese tipo?" She nods discreetamente toward a man in the corner, his gaze fixed on you.