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[daddyscrubdeeznutz]

So I had this story in my drafts for a while and wasn’t able to finish it due to major writers block if any one want to finish it feel free to do so

Feel free to add smut if you like

“Unlikely Obsession”

The brothel was alive with its usual chaos: laughter, muffled arguments, and the clinking of glasses filled the air. You moved through the room gracefully, pouring drinks, smiling politely, and dodging wandering hands when necessary. You were used to it by now—playing the role of the perfect host without getting too involved. Babette had made it clear from the start that you didn’t have to do more than entertain, a kindness you still didn’t fully understand.

But tonight felt different. There was a weight in the air, a shift in the room’s atmosphere that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

Then you saw her.

Sevika leaned against the bar, her coat draped over her broad shoulders and her metal arm glinting under the dim lights. Her eyes swept over the room with a casual confidence, but when they landed on you, they lingered. You quickly looked away, pretending to focus on the drink you were pouring, but you could feel her gaze, heavy and unrelenting.

You didn’t think much of it at the time. Powerful people like her didn’t pay attention to people like you.

A week later, Sevika was back.

She strode into the brothel like she owned it, ignoring the suggestive smiles and flirtatious greetings thrown her way. Babette intercepted her near the entrance, her usual charm on full display.

“Sevika,” Babette greeted warmly, “here to see Miguel again?”

“Not tonight.” Sevika’s voice was low and deliberate. “I’m here for someone else.”

Babette arched an eyebrow. “Oh? And who might that be?”

“The one from last week,” Sevika said, glancing toward the lounge. “Quiet. Pretty. Didn’t catch her name.”

Babette’s smile faltered for a moment before she understood who Sevika meant. “Ah, you mean Y/n.”

“Yeah. Her.” Sevika’s tone left no room for argument.

Babette hesitated. “She’s not available.”

Sevika’s eyes narrowed. “Why not?”

“She’s a host, Sevika,” Babette explained. “Not a working girl. She’s here to entertain, pour drinks, maybe share a few laughs. That’s it.”

“I don’t care about the rules,” Sevika snapped, her mechanical arm flexing with an audible whir. “I’m not asking for her to work. I’m asking to talk to her. Alone.”

Babette sighed, knowing better than to argue. “I’ll ask her. But if she says no—”

“She won’t,” Sevika interrupted, her confidence unshaken.

When Babette pulled you aside later that evening, her expression was unusually serious.

“You’ve caught someone’s attention,” she began.

Your stomach dropped. “What kind of attention?”

“Sevika wants to meet you. In private.”

Your blood ran cold. “Sevika? As in Silco’s Sevika?”

Babette nodded. “The same. She says she just wants to talk, but I can tell she’s interested in more.”

You swallowed hard, your hands clenching at your sides. “Babette, I’ve heard stories about her. She’s dangerous. I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“She’s not going to hurt you,” Babette said quickly. “If she wanted to, she wouldn’t have asked. But if you’re uncomfortable, I’ll turn her down.”

You hesitated, torn between fear and curiosity. Finally, you nodded. “I’ll do it. But if I feel like something’s off, I’m leaving.”

“Fair enough,” Babette agreed, patting your shoulder. “Just be careful.”

The private room was dimly lit, the air thick with tension as you stepped inside. Sevika was already there, seated on the plush couch, her mechanical arm resting casually on the armrest.

“You came,” she said, a faint smirk tugging at her lips.

“I didn’t think I had much of a choice,” you replied, keeping your voice steady despite your nerves.

Sevika chuckled, the sound low and almost warm. “Fair enough. Sit.”

You hesitated before perching on the edge of the seat opposite her, your hands folded tightly in your lap.

“What do you want from me?” you asked, your voice firmer than you expected.

Sevika tilted her head, studying you with an intensity that made your skin prickle. “Straight to the point. I like that.” She leaned forward, her elbows resting on her knees. “I’ve been thinking about you. Couldn’t get you out of my head.”

You frowned, confusion mingling with your unease. “Why me? You could have anyone here.”

Her smirk faded, replaced by something softer. “I don’t want anyone else.”

You felt a flush rise to your cheeks, but you quickly shook it off. “I’ve heard things about you,” you said carefully. “None of them good.”

“Good,” she replied with a shrug. “Keeps people in line. But I’m not here to scare you, sweetheart. I’m here because I like you.”

You stared at her, unsure how to respond. Finally, you said, “I don’t know what you expect from me.”

“I don’t expect anything,” Sevika said, her voice low and even. “I just want to get to know you. That’s all.”

You hesitated, your instincts screaming at you to leave. But there was something in her eyes—something genuine—that made you stay.

“Fine,” you said, your voice softer now. “But if this is some kind of game—”

“It’s not,” Sevika interrupted firmly. “I don’t play games.”

You nodded slowly, the tension in your shoulders easing just a little. “Alright. Let’s talk.”

Sevika leaned back, a satisfied smile on her lips. “That’s more like it.”

For the first time that night, you felt a flicker of curiosity. Maybe there was more to Sevika than the rumors after all.